“Heaven Must Be A Kentucky Kind Of Place”.
Daniel Boone Wendell Berry
“The soil is the great connector of lives, the source and destination of all. It is the healer and restorer and resurrector, by which disease passes into health, age into youth, death into life. Without proper care for it we can have no community, because without proper care for it we can have no life.”
― Wendell Berry – Kentucky Author, The Unsettling of America: Culture and Agriculture
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening By Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there is some mistake.
The only other sound’s the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
“The more we know,
the more pain we have.
But because we are human beings,
this must be.
Otherwise we become objects rather than subjects.”
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“The quiet sense of something lost”
Poet Alfred Tennyson