Life Its Ownself

" I wonder how the world sees us -- Rich beyond compare, powerful without equal, a spoiled, drunk, 15-year-old waving a gun in the...

I love the last two lines. The Old Astronomer to His Pupil Tycho Brahe Reach me down my Tycho Brahe, I would know him when we meet, When ...

We who choose to surround ourselves with lives even more temporary than our own, live within a fragile circle; easily and often breached. ...

Farewell, Master, yet not farewell.  Where I go, ye, too, shall dwell.  I am gone before your face.  A moment's time, a little space...

The water bowl sits untended;   unneeded in the too-quiet house. 

A Dog on his Master As young as I look,
 I am growing older faster than he,
 seven to one 
is the ratio they tend to say....

I was reading through some poetry about dogs' passings tonight, and ran across this Rudyard Kipling poem. I am not always a fan of his ...