Pete
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Just Wondering (If)A Poem by PeteWhat right have I to grieve, who have not ceased to wonder? - Thoreau |
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Save It For LaterA Poem by PeteI frequently tramped eight or ten miles through the deepest snow to keep an appointment with a beech tree, or a yellow birch, or an old acquaintance a.. |
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This Heat Is Absolutely Killing MeA Poem by PeteOne must maintain a little bittle of summer, even in the middle of winter. - Thoreau |
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Whine 69A Poem by PeteThey can do without architecture who have no olives nor wines in the cellar. - Thoreau |
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Mourning (Letting Go)A Poem by PeteThe unpreventable aspects of life can never be evil; death is one of those inevitable features, so we need to accept it with equanimity. - Thoreau |
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Oh Well, At Least It's Not Always Lonely in A Livi..A Poem by PeteIf ever I was sure that someone was coming to help me, I should run like hell. - Thoreau |
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Rhyme Without ReasonA Poem by PetePoetry implies the whole truth. Philosophy expresses a particle of it. - Thoreau |
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Drenched Or Dry (Tell me)A Poem by PeteThe forests are held cheap after the white pine has been culled out; and the explorers and hunters pray for rain only to clear the atmosphere of smoke.. |
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InertiaA Poem by PeteIf a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however.. |
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An Early, January ThawA Poem by PeteThaw with her gentle persuasion is more powerful than Thor with his hammer. The one melts, the other breaks into pieces. - Thoreau |
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