Our Daily Work: Ranch Girl and a Boy Named Toby
Category: Pastoral
The Poetry of and in November
My November Guest My Sorrow, when she's here with me, Thinks these dark days of autumn rain Are beautiful as days can be; She loves the bare, the withered tree; She walked the sodden pasture lane. Her pleasure will not let me stay. She talks and I am fain to list: She's glad the birds … Continue reading The Poetry of and in November
Nature’s Art
A slender petal venturing into the world. Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better. --Albert Einstein While we are in the last throes of spring in my part of the country, I cannot help but marvel at nature's beauty ("God's handwriting"--Emerson.) As I've written already, lush grasses and colorful wildflowers sweep … Continue reading Nature’s Art
Alone
There are those times in our lives when the crushing throngs around us become too much to deal with, and we seek the calm of solitude or the society of a select few. One need not be a misanthrope to desire the quiet and still, the company of “old dogs and watermelon wine,’ or the … Continue reading Alone
Having No Public
"Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. Cyril Connolly, English Literary Critic (1903--1974) I do not write a great deal of poetry, but there are times when poetry, or my feeble attempt to write it, soothes my “savage soul.” And that is the … Continue reading Having No Public
Behind His Father’s Saying
I have long admired the poetry of Robert Frost; in fact, one of his poems, in particular, is a favorite of mine. No, it's not "The Road Not Taken" or "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," though both certainly have their merits, but rather is "Mending Wall." I admit that Frost is often a … Continue reading Behind His Father’s Saying