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
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.
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.