"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Poetry is the shadow cast by our streetlight imaginations." - Lawrence Ferlinghetti


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Monday, April 25, 2011

Harry Edward Mills - The Early Frogs


O, I love to hear the frogs
    When they first begin to sing;
How they vocalize the bogs,
    And vociferate the Spring.
How they carrol as they croak,
How they mingle jest and joke
With their solemn chant and dirge
    On the river's slimy verge.
 
O, I love to hear the frogs,
    For their monotone uncouth
Is the music of the cogs
    Of the mill wheel of my youth.
And I listen half asleep,
And the eyes of mem'ry peep
Through the bars that hold me fast,
    From the pleasures of the past.
 
O, I love to hear the frogs,
    For their melody is health
To the heart that worry flogs
    With the lash of want or wealth.
And the cares of life take wing,
    And its pleasures lose their sting,
And love's channel way unclogs
    In the croaking of the frogs.



Harry Edward Mills, 1901