My Small Boat

The Purist
I give you now Professor Twist,
A conscientious scientist,
Trustees exclaimed, “He never bungles!”
And sent him off to distant jungles.
Camped on a tropic riverside,
One day he missed his loving bride.
She had, the guide informed him later,
Been eaten by an alligator.
Professor Twist could not but smile.
“You mean,” he said, “a crocodile.”

He who would learn to fly one day must first learn to stand and walk and run and climb and dance; one cannot fly into flying.

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

The Noble Nature It is not growing like a tree In bulk, doth make man better be; Or standing long an oak, three hundred year, To fall a log at last, dry, bald, and sere: A lily of a day Is fairer far in May, Although it fall and die that night — It was [...]

To make your unknown known – that is the important thing.

Landscape: I
(for thomas a. clark)

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