Pete : Writing

Talking To Strangers

Talking To Strangers

A Poem by Pete


When you knock, ask to see God — none of the servants. - Thoreau
Drought

Drought

A Poem by Pete


How much nature herself suffers from drought! It seems quite as much as she can do to produce these crops. - Thoreau
Nothing To Wear

Nothing To Wear

A Poem by Pete


And so the seasons went rolling on into summer, as one rambles into higher and higher grass. - Thoreau
At Least Until ...

At Least Until ...

A Poem by Pete


I can alter my life by altering my attitude. He who would have nothing to do with thorns must never attempt to gather flowers. - Thoreau
If Walls Could Talk

If Walls Could Talk

A Poem by Pete


The walls that fence our fields, as well as modern Rome, and not less the Parthenon itself, are all built of ruins. - Thoreau
Abode

Abode

A Poem by Pete


When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. - Thoreau
Kiss My Brass

Kiss My Brass

A Poem by Pete


In a world of peace and love, music would be the universal language. - Thoreau
Guessing Game of Blame

Guessing Game of Blame

A Poem by Pete


You must not blame me if I do talk to the clouds. - Thoreau
The Runs

The Runs

A Poem by Pete


unable to digest rancid, rapidly changing feelings and emotionsparasites of dysentery waging warmy soul feeds upon itself as it tries to sortassimilat..
Top Shelf

Top Shelf

A Poem by Pete


Live in each season as it passes: breathe the air, drink the drink, taste the fruit. - Thoreau

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