Apples already ripe,
Pears almost ready. Wee peaches high
Leaves falling 'Twixt earth and sky
Early. No leaves in sight,
A swath of blight.
Yet I am ready
Summer is done A sturdy tree,
The last summer Of sickness free
of teaching. But weeks ago
Put away the books, Has ceased to grow.
Toss out papers
Take out a pen Leaves curled and fell,
And begin Fruit stopped its swell
My new life. And now but blanches
On its bare branches.
Ours is a lot
May the rains come That differs not,
May the storms rage All blush and breath
May this be the winter Then blight and death.
That ends the drought.
And my twenty year
May it end as well. Achievement should be coupled with service.
-MW To kill a killer is to become a killer.
Forgiveness rewards both the offender and the offended.
Let be what cannot be changed and let go what is gone.
Chickens don't quack and ducks don't cackle.