Nobody was ever meant, To remember or invent, What he did with every cent.

The sun was warm but the wind was chill. You know how it is with an April day.

Writing free verse is like playing tennis with the net down.

I hope to leave behind a few poems it will be hard to get rid of.

The chief reason for going to school is to get the impression fixed for life that there is a book side for everything.

I never feel more at home than at a ballgame.

One could do worse than be a swinger of birches.