Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
Wild Asters
In the spring I asked the daisies
If his words were true,
And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
Always knew.
Now the fields are brown and barren,
Bitter autumn blows,
And of all the stupid asters
Not one knows.
The old anvil laughs at many broken hammers.
An inventor is an engineer who doesn't take his education too seriously.
Epitaph of Issac Newton Nature and Nature's laws lay hid in night: God said, 'Let Newton be!' and all was…