Ants Are A Curious Race

The City Is All Right. To Live In One Is To Be Civilized, Stay Up And Read Or Sing And Dance All Night And See Sunrise By Waiting Up Instead Of Getting Up.

As A Confirmed Astronomer I'm Always For A Better Sky.

Now Close The Windows And Hush All The Fields: If The Trees Must, Let Them Silently Toss.

God Made A Beauteous Garden With Lovely Flowers Strown, But One Straight, Narrow Pathway That Was Not Overgrown. And To This Beauteous Garden He Brought Mankind To Live, And Said "to You, My Children, These Lovely Flowers I Give. Prune Ye My Vines And Fig Trees, With Care My Flowers Tend, But Keep The Pathway Open Your Home Is At The End." God's Garden

Poetry Is About The Grief. Politics Is About The Grievance.