For the body at best Is a bundle of aches, Longing for rest; It cries when it wakes. — Edna St. Vincent Millay Copy Share Image
The time will soon be here when my grandchild will long for the cry of a loon, the flash of a salmon, the whisper of spruce needles, or the screech of an eagle. But he will not make friends with… — Chief Dan George Copy Share Image
