You can hear the small buzz saws whine, the big saw Caterwaul to the hills around the village As they both bite the wood. It's all our music. One ought as a good villager to like it. No doubt it has a sort of prosperous sound, And it's our life." "Yes, when it's not our death."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."
Robert Frost (1874-1963), U.S. poet. "The Self-Seeker."