I Had Done Battle With A Great

Here In Florida The Seasons Move In And Out Like Nuns In Soft Clothing, Making No Rustle In Their Passing.

The Individual Man Is Transitory, But The Pulse Of Life And Of Growth Goes On After He Is Gone, Buried Under A Wreath Of Magnolia Leaves.

Ants In The House Seem To Be, Not Intruders, But The Owners.

Fear Is The Most Easily Taught Of All Lessons, And The Fight Against Terror, Real Or Imagined, Is Perhaps The History Of Man's Mind.

But To Make The Intangible Tangible, To Pick The Emotion Out Of The Air And Make It True For Others, Is Both The Blessing And The Curse Of The Writer, For The Thing Between Book Covers Is Never As Beautiful As The Thing He Imagined.