Thanksgivings

Thanksgivings I thank whatever gods may be for the dawn of each new day On our lovely, fragile Earh, For the infinite variety of her people, plants, and other creatures, For music of every glory, From birdsong through whale chanteys To human harmonies and the sounds of silence. I am grateful for the sun, the

Crook

There was a crooked man And he walked a crooked mile. He found a crooked sixpence Against a crooked stile. He bought a crooked cat Which caught a crooked mouse, And they all lived together In a little crooked house. – Traditional English rhyme