Many yeaes ago, when we visited my parents for Thanksgiving, my daughter in kindergarten told her grandparents that she was “…sure sick and tired of drawing turkeys.”
Will the name Donald J.Trump mean anything to my grandchildren?
“Ozymandias” Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique landWho said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stoneStand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,Tell that its sculptor well those passions readWhich yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:And on the pedestal these words appear:‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!’Nothing beside remains. Round the decayOf that colossal wreck, boundless and bareThe lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Many yeaes ago, when we visited my parents for Thanksgiving, my daughter in kindergarten told her grandparents that she was “…sure sick and tired of drawing turkeys.”