Friday, September 4, 2015

Bucking the grindstone

If you put your nose to the grindstone rough,
And hold it there just long enough,
By-and-by you will say, ‘There is no such thing
As pines that whisper and brooks that sing.’
For three things will your life compose-
You and the stone and your darned old nose –


- Ride North

Holbrook, Tenney. From the Log of a Trout Fisherman. New York: Independent, 1949. Print.

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