Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.

I was the first Chicano to write in complete sentences.

You can always spot bright people. They are reading a book.

Because nothing should be wasted In a world where sparrows work hard To prove there is enough.

going back and forth, back and forth, getting nowhere

It appears these days I don't have much of a life because my nose is often stuck in a book. But I discovered that reading builds a life inside the mind.

Dirt rolls from his palm, Blades of grass Tumble from his hair.