I heard instead the sound of sap creeping up, of the wind in a plover's wing as it beat southward to nest. Life is the battle in which we all fall, but it is never lost. (The Road of a Naturalist, Donal Culross peattie, 1948)
Tuesday 13 December 2011
For we are all part of Nature; and now in the night, attentive to the grand enduring whole, I heard that the guns in my head were silenced...
I heard instead the sound of sap creeping up, of the wind in a plover's wing as it beat southward to nest. Life is the battle in which we all fall, but it is never lost. (The Road of a Naturalist, Donal Culross peattie, 1948)
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