May 2011
10 posts
Knowing what he was up against with our House family, he did not scowl to scare...
– from Shadow Country by Peter Matthiessen
Robert Frost
In A Glass Of Cider
It seemed I was a mite of sediment That waited for the bottom to ferment So I could catch a bubble in ascent. I rode up on one till the bubble burst, And when that left me to sink back reversed I was no worse off than I was at first. I’d catch another bubble if I waited. The thing was to get now and then elated.