-- Author unknown

-- Author unknown

A careful man I ought be;
A little fellow follows me;
I do not dare to go astray
For fear he'll go the self-same way.

I must not madly step aside,
Where pleasure's paths are smooth and wide,
And join in wine's red revelry -
A little fellow follows me.

I cannot once escape his eyes;
Whate'er he sees me do he tries -
Like me, he says, he's going to be;
The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine,

(from The Prophet)

By Kahlil Gibran (1883-1931)

Then said Almitra, "Speak to us of Love."
And he raised his head and looked upon the people,
    and there fell a stillness upon them. And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.

By Rudyard Kipling If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being …

-- By Al Albrecht, Home Spun Poems

Home is where the heart is, where love should be all the time,
Respect and kindness, and peace and joy, that you can say are mine.
It's where in times of illness, concern comes from the heart,
And little acts of goodness, will always be a part.

Home is where there's hope and joy, and laughter does abound.
No matter when, or where, or how, that's where it's always found.
Don't ever let the blues come in, just pray them out the door,

It can be shared forever, but cannot be kept forever.

When given to another, it brings great joy to all; when taken, the anguish for many is great.

It is sometimes maintained by less than a thread and sometimes lost despite the hope of millions.

Its frailty and end are obvious, but its strength and limits endless.

Share your life with others so they may have more joy.

When this life is over, let the meaning of our lives be found not on a list of accomplishments, but in the hearts and souls of the people with whom we shared our fragile existence.

Let our lives not be measured so much by what we did for others, but by what we helped people do for themselves.

-- by Mike Gass

-- By Helen Steiner Rice

It is only a tiny rosebud,

A flower of God's design;

But I cannot unfold the petals

With these clumsy hands of mine.

The secret of unfolding flowers

Is not known to such as I.

God opens this flower so sweetly,

In my hands it will fade and die.

If I cannot unfold a rosebud,

This flower of God's design,

Then how can I think I have wisdom

This is an actual letter sent to a man, named Ryan DeVries, regarding a pond on his property. It was sent by the Pennsylvania Department of Environmental Quality, State of Pennsylvania. This guy's response is hilarious, but read State's letter before you get to the response letter.

SUBJECT: DEQ File No.97-59-0023; T11N; R10W, Sec. 20; Lycoming County  

Dear Mr. DeVries:

-- By Rick Beneteau

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have savored the sweetness of Victory.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have been Vanquished and know too well the ÔÇ¿bitter taste of Defeat.
________________ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

In My Life
I have been so overwhelmed with Joy that I thought ÔÇ¿I could not contain it.

ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿In My Life
I have been so overwrought with Sorrow that IÔÇ¿ believed I could not bear another moment of it.
________________ÔÇ¿ÔÇ¿

In My Life
I have Believed so strongly that no person or ÔÇ¿circumstance could impair my conviction.

-- By Rick Beneteau - used with permission