Monday, October 24, 2005
Riding the Wind
'I mean to fall to earth,' said he.
The west wind, rising, made him veer.
'Eastward,' said he, 'I now shall steer.'
The east wind rose with greater force.
Said he: ''Twere wise to change my course.'
With equal power they contend.
He said: 'My judgment I suspend.'
Down died the winds; the leaf, elate,
Cried: 'I've decided to fall straight.'
'First thoughts are best?' That's not the moral;
Just choose your own and we'll not quarrel.
Howe'er your choice may chance to fall,
You'll have no hand in it at all."