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Ode
to a Munk
Ears deMunk
Who's
that hiding 'neath the shed,
scurrying through the garden bed,
or poking out her furry head
from portals in the wood pile.
Who's
that sitting on the stairs,
dressed in brown striped shinny hair,
waiting for a maiden fair
to flash a knowing smile.
Who's
that sitting on my knee,
With eyes so bright and sparkly.
She is everything to me.
I think we'll sit awhile.
J. Roberts
The
human spirit needs places where nature has not been rearranged by the hand
of man. ~Author Unknown
Lots
of people talk to animals.... Not very many listen, though.... That's the
problem.
Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh
You
can't be suspicious of a tree, or accuse a bird or a squirrel of
subversion or challenge the ideology of a violet.
Hal
Borland, Sundial of the Seasons, 1964
If
all the beasts were gone, men would die from a great loneliness of spirit,
for whatever happens to the beasts also happens to the man. All things are
connected. Whatever befalls the Earth befalls the sons of the Earth.
Chief Seattle of the Suwamish Tribe,Letter
to President Franklin Pierce
The morns are
meeker than they were,
The nuts are getting brown;
The berry's cheek is plumper,
The rose is out of town.
The maple wears a gayer scarf,
The field a scarlet gown.
Lest I should be old-fashioned,
I'll put a trinket on.
I ate too much
turkey,
I ate too much corn,
I ate too much pudding and pie,
I'm stuffed up with muffins
and much too much stuffin',
I'm probably going to die.
I piled up my plate
and I ate and I ate,
but I wish I had known when to stop,
for I'm so crammed with yams,
sauces, gravies, and jams
that my buttons are starting to pop.
I'm full of tomatoes
and French fried potatoes,
my stomach is swollen and sore,
but there's still some dessert,
so I guess it won't hurt
if I eat just a little bit more.
- Jack Prelutsky,
I Ate Too Much
In
those vernal seasons of the year, when the air is calm and pleasant, it
were an injury and sullenness against Nature not to go out and see her
riches, and partake in her rejoicing with heaven and earth.
Milton, Tractate of Education
The
world's favorite season is the spring. All things seem possible in May.
Edwin Way Teale
If it's drama
that you sigh for,
plant a garden and you'll get it
You will know the thrill of battle
fighting foes that will beset it
If you long for entertainment and
for pageantry most glowing,
Plant a garden and this summer spend
your time with green things growing.
Edward A. Guest
- Plant a Garden
If
human kind is to survive, it must reunite itself with nature and resist
the urge to put itself above it. Chippy Tails
November
comes
And November goes,
With the last red berries
And the first white snows.
With night coming early,
And dawn coming late,
And ice in the bucket
And frost by the gate.
The fires burn
And the kettles sing,
And earth sinks to rest
Clyde Watson -
Until next spring.
I am rich today
with autumn's gold,
All that my covetous hands can hold;
Frost-painted leaves and goldenrod,
A goldfinch on a milkweed pod,
Huge golden pumpkins in the field
With heaps of corn from a bounteous yield,
Golden apples heavy on the trees
Rivaling those of Hesperides,
Golden rays of balmy sunshine spread
Over all like butter on warm bread;
And the harvest moon will this night unfold
The streams running full of molten gold.
Oh, who could find a dearth of bliss
With autumn glory such as this!
- Gladys Harp
The woods were
made for the hunters of dreams,
The brooks for the fishers of song;
To the hunters who hunt for the gunless game
The streams and the woods belong.
~Sam Walter Foss
If
the sight of the blue skies fills you with joy, if a blade of grass
springing up in the fields has power to move you, if the simple things of
nature have a message that you understand, rejoice, for your soul is
alive.
Eleonora Duse
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