There is no gilding of setting sun or glamor of poetry to light up the ferocious and endless toil of the farmers' wives.
Farmers Ferocious Glamor Light Poetry
My recollection of a hundred lovely lakes has given me blessed release from care and worry and the troubled thinking of our modern day. It has been a return to the primitive and the peaceful.
Been Blessed Care Day Given
Whenever the pressure of our complex city life thins my blood and numbs my brain, I seek relief in the trail; and when I hear the coyote wailing to the yellow dawn, my cares fall from me - I am happy.
Am Blood Brain Cares City