I Have Wished A Bird Would Fly

Nearly Everybody Is Looking For Something Brave To Do. I Don't Know Why People Shouldn't Write Poetry. That's Brave.

There Are Two Kinds Of Teachers: The Kind That Fill You With So Much Quail Shot That You Can't Move, And The Kind That Just Gives You A Little Prod Behind And You Jump To The Skies.

The Sweet Of Bitter Bark And Burning Clove.

Some Say The World Will End In Fire, Some Say In Ice.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.