
the grass sways,
while skyscrapers stand stiffly:
so impressive, the grass!

the grass sways,
while skyscrapers stand stiffly:
so impressive, the grass!

on a gray day,
a mournful river slows
almost to a stop.
List your top 5 grocery store items.
I’m guessing, by mass: melon, carrots, milk, rice, and onions — in unknown order.






Morning Glories sit,
coolly, in the shadow of
Mexican Sunflowers.




I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose busom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
There is nothing that I hope everyone would say about me. I would wish friends to say, "He's tolerable in the right dose." I would wish my enemies to say "He's a mean sonofabitch." I would wish those who don't know me to keep their mouths' shut about me. I would hope salesmen and missionaries would say, "He's the kind of guy whose door is not worth knocking on."