“Through the window I can see Rooks above the cherry-tree, Sparrows in the violet bed, Bramble-bush and bumble-bee, And old red bracken smoulders still Among boulders on the hill, Far too bright to seem quite dead. But old Death, who can't forget, Waits his time and watches yet, Waits and watches by the door.” StillsI CanSeemsWaitingForgetWatchesDoorsTreeBedRedWindowHillsBeesVioletCherriesSparrowsBouldersCherry TreesBumble Bee Book:Complete Poems Source: Complete Poems
“Every mile marker can be met with some measure of trepidation, in a race or in life. Am I on target? Do I have what it takes to finish strong? Am I taking care to stay nourished so I can endure? Is my training proving to be sufficient? Am I prepared for the hills? It is impossible to fathom the full distance, so we make our way to the next mile marker, and the next, checking in with ourselves as we go.” WayI CanCareNextStrongRaceImpossibleMetsProveTrainingDistancePreparedEndureMilesHillsSufficientTargetFathomMarkersTrepidationFinish Strong Author:Kristin Armstrong