There Is One Thing More

Oh, Come Forth Into The Storm And Rout And Be My Love In The Rain.

Nature Is Always Hinting At Us. It Hints Over And Over Again. And Suddenly We Take The Hint.

There Is One Thing More Exasperating Than A Wife Who Can Cook And Won't, And That's A Wife Who Can't Cook And Will.

Not Yesterday I Learned To Know The Love Of Bare November Days Before The Coming Of The Snow.

Nothing Not Built With Hands Of Course Is Sacred. But Here Is Not A Question Of What's Sacred; Rather Of What To Face Or Run Away From. I'd Hate To Be A Runaway From Nature.