landor-poetry

Poet! I like not mealy fruit; give me
Freshness and crispness and solidity;
Apples are none the better overripe,
And prime buck-venison I prefer to tripe.

Thought:

“We all travel the Milky Way together, trees and men… In every walk with nature one receives far more than he seeks. The clearest way into the universe is through a forest wilderness.”

John Muir

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