When I see birches bend to left and right... I like to think some boy's been swinging them.
You can be a little ungrammatical if you come from the right part of the country.
If you're looking for something to be brave about, consider fine arts.
Only God and I knew what I meant when I wrote it, now only God knows
A voice said, Look me in the stars And tell me truly, men of earth, If all the soul-and-body scars Were not too much to pay for birth.
Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice I think I know enough of hate To say that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.