Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice.
Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.
He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him. He only says, "Good fences make good neighbors.
Don't be an agnostic. Be something.
We're either nothing or a God's regret.
It takes all sorts of in and outdoor schooling To get adapted to my kind of fooling.