There’s a certain sadness one gets when coming to the end of a good book. One wants the story to go on, to know that the characters continue to live and that the world they inhabit does not cease to exist. That’s how I felt coming to the end of, for instance, The Lord of [...]

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Evolutionism is a theory that badly needs refuting, but you’re not going to do it by telling me that the creation of man and the creation of the fruit fly were equally miraculous events … OK, I promise not to do that. … nor by asserting vague reservations about the speed of light and the [...]

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I see you, on the zigzag rails, You cheery little fellow! While purple leaves are whirling down, And scarlet, brown, and yellow. I hear you when the air is full Of snow-down of the thistle; All in your speckled jacket trim, “Bob White! Bob White!” you whistle. Tall amber sheaves, in rustling rows, Are nodding [...]

Continue Reading George Cooper – “BOB WHITE” POEM

Oh, such a commotion under the ground When March called, “Ho, there! ho!” Such spreading of rootlets far and wide, Such whispering to and fro; And, “Are you ready?” the Snowdrop asked, “‘Tis time to start, you know.” “Almost, my dear,” the Scilla replied; “I’ll follow as soon as you go.” Then, “Ha! ha! ha!” [...]

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“I’ll tell you how the leaves came down,” The great tree to his children said, “You’re getting sleepy, Yellow and Brown, Yes, very sleepy, little Red. It is quite time to go to bed.” “Ah!” begged each silly, pouting leaf, “Let us a little longer stay; Dear Father Tree, behold our grief; Tis such a [...]

Continue Reading Susan Coolidge – HOW THE LEAVES CAME DOWN POEM

He is a roguish little elf, A gay audacious fellow, Who tramps about in doublet green And skirt of brightest yellow; In ev’ry field, by ev’ry road, He peeps among the grasses, And shows his sunny little face To ev’ry one that passes. Within the churchyard he is seen, Beside the headstones peeping, And shining [...]

Continue Reading Kate L. Brown – DANDELION POEM

O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,– Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright; The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see, They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee. O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows, It calls but the warders that guard thy repose; [...]

Continue Reading Sir Walter Scott – LULLABY OF AN INFANT CHIEF POEM

A reader writes: “A few months ago in our local catholic church, I saw a holy card or [something] similar that depicted a contemporary ‘saint’ or some other ‘venerable’ person. He was pictured standing on a rural hillside in perhaps Switzerland or Germany and was clearly ‘smoking a pipe’ … Several weeks later when I [...]

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