River Roads
By CARL SANDBURG
The River of Rivers in Connecticut
By WALLACE STEVENS
A lament on behalf of all people who go through life unnoticed and unappreciated – or at least believe they are. Trust in God who loves and appreciates us even when it seems no one else does. She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways By WILLIAM WORDSWORTH She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs … Read more
Never let your actions be guided by fear: FEAR By General George S. Patton Jr. I am that dreadful, blighting thing, Like rat holes to the flood. Like rust that gnaws the faultless blade, Like microbes to the blood. I know no mercy and no truth, The young I blight, the old I slay. Regret … Read more
The poem “Solitude” by Alexander Pope with a photo of the grounds of Thomas Jefferson’s Monticello. Two writers from the Enlightenment period with different outlooks on life. But they could probably agree on the simple joys of the bucolic life as expressed in this poem. Solitude Happy the man, whose wish and care A few … Read more
Heat O wind, rend open the heat, cut apart the heat, rend it to tatters. Fruit cannot drop through this thick air– fruit cannot fall into heat that presses up and blunts the points of pears and rounds the grapes. Cut the heat– plough through it, turning it on either side of your path. -H.D.
Have you got a Brook in your little heart Have you got a Brook in your little heart, Where bashful flowers blow, And blushing birds go down to drink, And shadows tremble so — And nobody knows, so still it flows, That any brook is there, And yet your little draught of life Is daily … Read more
Trees To be a giant and keep quiet about it, To stay in one’s own place; To stand for the constant presence of process And always to seem the same; To be steady as a rock and always trembling, Having the hard appearance of death With the soft, fluent nature of growth, One’s Being deceptively … Read more
A Farm-Picture THROUGH the ample open door of the peaceful country barn, A sun-lit pasture field, with cattle and horses feeding; And haze, and vista, and the far horizon, fading away. – Walt Whitman