Pete
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Talking To StrangersA Poem by PeteWhen you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants. - Thoreau |
DroughtA Poem by PeteHow much nature herself suffers from drought! It seems quite as much as she can do to produce these crops. - Thoreau |
Nothing To WearA Poem by PeteAnd so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Thoreau |
At Least Until ...A Poem by PeteI can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers. - Thoreau |
If Walls Could TalkA Poem by PeteThe walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins. - Thoreau |
Kiss My BrassA Poem by PeteIn a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau |
Guessing Game of BlameA Poem by PeteYou must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. - Thoreau |
Top ShelfA Poem by PeteLive in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit. - Thoreau |