Tell me, what is it you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?
Mary Oliver - The Summer Day
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I am a horticulturalist, a commercial greenhouse grower. I am surrounded by beautiful plants and flowers. I am also a horse owner who designs and builds horse-drawn vehicles. I lead a beautiful life and I like to share.
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Mown meadows skirt the standing wheat; I linger, for the hay is sweet, New-cut and curing in the sun. Like furrows, straight, the windrows run,
Sophie Jewett - In Harvest
Then a flash of sun on a waiting hill, Streams laugh that erst were quiet, The sky smiles down with a dazzling blue And the woods run mad with riot.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar -
The Dogs present - If Dogs Run Free - a Bob Dylan interpretive event
If dogs run free, then why not we Across the swooping plain?If Dogs Run Free - Bob Dylan My ears hear a symphony Of two mules, trains and rain The best is always yet to come That's what they explain to me Just do your thing, you'll be king If dogs run free
Silence and a deeper silence when the crickets hesitate
Leonard Cohen - Summer Haiku
Leopard Skin Pill Box - Barncat does Dylan
An Interpretive Event by Barncat
The mist has left the greening plain,/ The dew-drops shine like fairy rain,/ The coquette rose awakes again/ Her lovely self adorning.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar - "Morning"
Come away, O human child!/ To the waters and the wild/ With a faery, hand in hand/ For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.
W.B. Years - The Stolen Child
What if you painted a picture of a tree, and the leaves began to rustle, and a bird cheerfully sang from its painted branches?
Mary Oliver - " How Would You Live Then?"
I am so tired of waiting, Aren’t you, For the world to become good /And beautiful and kind?
Langston Hughed - Tired
Always in unison, they are the rapt voice of silence, so singleminded I cannot tell if the sound is rich or thin,
Lisel Mueller " Cicadas"
Doctor, you say there are no haloes around the streetlights in Paris and what I see is an aberration caused by old age, an affliction.
Lisel Mueller - Monet Refuses The Operation
The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green, and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year, and all things were glad and flourishing.
~Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist, 1838
The Moon is a Madness, A Madness of mine. I made her of mustard And mulberry wine.
Walt Kelly -Lines Upon a Lunar Tune Arune
I was walking by. He was sitting there. It was full morning, so the heat was heavy on his sand-colored head and his webbed feet. I squatted beside him, at the edge of the path. He didn't move,
Mary Oliver - Toad
The oriole sings in the greening grove/ As if he were half-way waiting,/ The rosebuds peep from their hoods of green, Timid and hesitating.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar - Summer in the South"
The dandelion is there by the sidewalk, smiling its wondrous smile, singing the song of eternity. Lo! You have ears capable of hearing it. Bow your head. Listen to her.
Thich Nhat Hanh "The Good News "
From the balcony, you can’t see the wild ginger. Below the steps, it’s just a wild riot of green. Stand still here and look. It’s as lovely as the First bloom of morning clouds that dye the palace red
Xue Tao (c.768-832). Gold-Lantern Blossoms
Oh, summer has clothed the earth In a cloak from the loom of the sun! And a mantle, too, of the skies' soft blue, And a belt where the rivers run.
Paul Lawrence Dunbar "In Summer"
I’ve sent my empty pot again/ To beg another slip; The last you gave, I’m grieved to tell /December’s frost did nip.
Christian Milne "Sent with a Flower-Pot Begging a Slip of Geranium"
Blue July, bright July, Month of storms and gorgeous blue; Violet lightnings o'er thy sky, Heavy falls of drenching dew;
George Meredith - "July"
Then summer came, announced by June, With beauty, miracle and mirth. She hung aloft the rounding moon, She poured her sunshine on the earth,
Leslie Pinckney Hill - "Summer Magic"