Summer Has Set In With Its Usual

Friends Should Be Weighed, Not Told; Who Boasts To Have Won A Multitude Of Friends Has Never Had One.

A Mother Is A Mother Still, The Holiest Thing Alive.

How Strange And Awful Is The Synthesis Of Life And Death In The Gusty Winds And Falling Leaves Of An Autumnal Day!

Poetry: The Best Words In The Best Order.

Ancestral Voices Prophesying War.