People ask me what I'm going to teach the boys on the ranch. One answer is that many things will teach themselves...like Emily Dickinson.
Out here, I feel myself
Surrounded by Emily Dickinson -
her Metaphors - exploding all around -
Her flowers - her bees,
Her sunsets - her trees!
the family, she held so Dear -
the Death, she couldn't bear -
All fresh as Morning dew,
A Sunday hymn, in a Polished pew.
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