I was in Homer, MI visiting Kevin this weekend and I had a little accident on the lake. So I will be looking like a true gangster for the first week of school. I need to think of good stories to tell people who ask me what happned.
I have been in a pretty stressed out state lately. So I thought I would post a picture of care-free happy times.
I don't mean to make this a poem blog. But here is another One I really like. VIA Mat Buss
Alexander Pope
Solitude: An Ode
I
How happy he, who free from care
The rage of courts, and noise of towns;
Contented breaths his native air,
In his own grounds.
II
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire,
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter fire.
III
Blest! who can unconcern'dly find
Hours, days, and years slide swift away,
In health of body, peace of mind,
Quiet by day,
IV
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mix'd; sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please,
With meditation.
V
Thus let me live, unheard, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me dye;
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lye.
This Is Just to Say
by William Carlos Williams
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
Photo: A moth in the hills of Muree, Pakistan.
