But he had gone his way, the grass all mown, And I must be, as he had been - alone, As all must be, I said within my heart, Whether they work together or apart.
I turned to speak to God About the world's despair But to make bad matters worse I found God wasn't there.
It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.
I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.
So was I once myself a swinger of birches. And so I dream of going back to be.
I often say of George Washington that he was one of the few in the whole history of the world who was not carried away by power.