We’re packing our bags tonight and heading to a scene not unlike this one. Unlike some vacations (as I once explained here), I’m eager to go. These days I realize how much I need the swaying pine trees and the smell of campfire smoke. I need to wear the same set of clothes over and […]
Read MoreOn the Grasshopper and Cricket by John Keats The poetry of earth is never dead: When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead; That is the Grasshopper’s—he takes the lead In summer luxury,—he has never done […]
Read MoreMy Heart Leaps Up by William Wordsworth My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I […]
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