Friday, June 3, 2011
Wind Beneath My Sails
"The pessimist complains about the wind;
the optimist expects it to change;
the realist adjusts the sails."
William Arthur Ward
I swear Max can put his nose
to the wind and smell a steak grilling
100 miles away.
The wind and the rolling grasses
make the asparagus hunt a dizzying experience.
Mr. and Mrs. Pheasant have decided to nest
in the middle of a spring wheat field...
"My sails are always taking me in a circle!"
Where are you heading today?
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