Photo & Poem Gallery

Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,

 But such a tide as moving seems asleep,

Rest you by this various planet
or lounge in the sky lounge
be my guest I'll take you there
& introduce you around & show
you the sky ropes & the
city maps and the world as
flat as a map and the world
as round as a lively face

To the beach 
Where the sea is blue
And little white waves
Come running at you.
A wave comes splashing
Over your toes. You just stand still
And away it goes.
We'll build a castle 
Down by the sea
And look for shells
If you'll come with me.

"Life is a journey up a spiral staircase; as we grow older we cover the ground covered we have covered before, only higher up; as we look down the winding stair below us we measure our progress by the number of places where we were but no longer are.

Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig. If you tell me that you desire a fig, I answer you that there must be time. Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.

Summertime and the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin' and the cotton is high

Oh, your daddy's rich and your ma is good lookin'

So hush, little baby, don't you cry

One of these mornings
You gonna rise up singin'

Yes, you'll spread your wings

Once every man wore a hat.
In the ashen newsreels,
the avenues of cities
are broad rivers flowing with hats.

The ballparks swelled
with thousands of strawhats,
brims and bands,
rows of men smoking
and cheering in shirtsleeves.

Hats were the law.

It is the Romance of the rose
That doth the art of love enclose.

The peonies bloom, white and pink.
And inside each, as in a fragrant bowl,
A swarm of tiny beetles have their conversation,
For the flower is given to them as their home.

Mother stands by the peony bed,
Reaches for one bloom, opens its petals,

"Rome was a poem pressed into service as a city."