The Sun Was Warm But The Wind

Americans Are Like A Rich Father Who Wishes He Knew How To Give His Son The Hardships That Made Him Rich.

Such Heaps Of Broken Glass To Sweep Away / You'd Think The Inner Dome Of Heaven Had Fallen.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

For I Have Had Too Much Of Apple-picking:i Am Overtired Of The Great Harvest I Myself Desired.