I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember

I Have Forgotten Much, But Still Remember The Poinsiana's Red, Blood-red In Warm December.

The Shivering Birds Beneath The Eaves Have Sheltered For The Night.

If We Must Die, Let It Not Be Like Hogs Hunted And Penned In An Inglorious Spot, If We Must Die, O Let Us Nobly Die.

Human Dignity Is More Precious Than Prestige.

We Are Like Trees. We Wear All Colors Naturally.