FOR PURE ENJOYMENT

OF MICE AND MEN TIS SMALL THE WORLD .FOR SHAREING OF LIFE IS FINE AND DANDY .TOUGH ARE OUR DAYS AND COLD THE NITE. FOR EACH MOVES AMONG GENT'S AND DAME'S WHO SCURRY ABOUT WITH LITTLE REGARD FOR ANY THING BUT TO FEED OR MATE.IN THE HEAT OF WAR A SCALE CAN NOT MEASHER THE DIFFRENCE .FOR THE BLOOD IS HOT WITH AMBISHION AND PENDING VICTORY. THE PRIZE NOT SEEN OR FELT .FOR THE WIND OF WAR IS TO DEFEAT ALL WHO APOSE YOU AND TO AVOID THE CLOUD OF DESPIRE .SO AS IT GOES OF MICE AND MEN .......

• THE SMELL OF FRESH RAIN .
• THE SOFTNESS OF SPRING GRASS.
• THE COOL TOUCH OF A SUMMER BREEZE
• THE CLEAN LOOK OF FREASH SNOW
• I HAVE SEEN THESE THINGS
• I HAVE BUT TO LOOK INTO THE PAGES OF A BOOK .SO BOUND HERE BY WINTERS COLD I HAVE TRAVELED AROUND THE WORLD. PAGE BY PAGE I TRAVEL TO PLACES FAR AND WIDE .TO LOOK APON MOUTAINS A CAPED IN WINTERS SNOW.THESE THINGS I SEE NOT WITH MINE OWN EYES BUT OF ANOTHERS TO SEE WHAT THEY SAW .SAME MANY YEARS PAST AND BUT TO DREAM OF SUCH BEAUTY WILL BEFALL MY EYES. FOR MY MIND STILL SEE'S THE BRITE SPRING DAYS PLAYED OUT. TO SUMMER AND FALL WITH LEAVES GOLD AND FIRE RED. TURNNING THE HILLS A WASH OF SUNSET.TO WINTERS DAY BOLD AND CRISP THE DRYING OF THE AIR AS ITS INHALED CLEAN PURE UNTAINTED BY MAN. SO AS THE SEASONS COME TO A CLOSE MY MIND IS READY TO REPLAY THEM ALL OVER .FOR THE MIND NOWS NOT THE YEAR OR TIME BUT IS AS ONE WITH THE SEASON.

TO BAD IM NOT A BETTER WRITER FOR THE WORDS WOULD FLOW --MADDOG--SORRY