I’d rather have roses

I’d rather have roses on my table than diamonds on my neck. Emma Goldman

Oh that it were

Oh that it were with me As with the flower; Blooming on its own tree For butterfly and bee Its summer morns: That I might bloom mine hour A rose in spite of thorns. Oh that my work were done As birds’ that soar Rejoicing in the sun: That when my time is run And … Read more

Shy gold begins to

Shy gold begins to peep through the sombre green – the wattle’s wedding dress – and Spring is near. Then suddenly it seems, one golden morning, the Bush awakes, a living thing. Flowers bloom, birds sing, and all the world puts on its gayest dress to greet the laughing Spring. C. J. Dennis

The life of the

The life of the wood, meadow, and lake go on without us. Flowers bloom, set seed and die back; squirrels hide nuts in the fall and scold all year long; bobcats track the snowy lake in winter; deer browse the willow shoots in spring. Humans are but intruders who have presumed the right to be … Read more