When the sappy boughs Attire themselves with blooms, sweet rudiments Of future harvest.
John PhillipsMy galligaskins, that have long withstood The winter's fury, and encroaching frosts, By time subdued (what will not time subdue!), A horrid chasm disclosed.
John PhillipsWe constantly learn new lessons up here. The experiences we gather will enable us to establish a long-term station on the moon and to go on to Mars.
John Phillips