And Thames and all the rivers of the kings Ran into Mississippi and were drowned. They planted England with a stubborn trust But the cleft dust was never English dust.

I have fallen in love with American names, the sharp, gaunt names that never get fat.

I do think that the kind of writing that I do will always be around and printed in books, magazines, and now blogs.

Money is sullen And wisdom is sly, But youth is the pollen That blows through the sky And does not ask why.

Dreaming men are haunted men.

Whatever poetry that was in me was coming out in the form of constructing art books!

Grant us a common faith that we shall know bread and peace-that we shall know justice and righteousness, freedom and security, an equal opportunity and an equal chance to do our best not only in our own lands, but throughout the world. And in that faith let us march toward the clean world our hands can make.