In the highlands, in the country places, Where the old plain men have rosy faces, And the young fair maidens Quiet eyes.

Bright is the ring of words When the right man rings them.

God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff.

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.

And the war rages on in a land called somewhere And Generals order their men to kill And to fight for a cause theyve long ago forgotten While a little cloud we…

i have noticed that when chickens quit quarreling over their food they often find that there is enough for all of them i wonder if it might not be the same wit…

Oh, the moon is fair tonight along the Wabash, From the fields there comes the breath of new-mown hay; Through the sycamores the candle lights are gleaming On …