I am rather like a mosquito in a nudist camp; I know what I ought to do, but I don t know where to begin.
A hundred men can make an encampment, but it requires a woman to make a home.
Men consort in camp and town, But the poet dwells alone.
A man in a cave or in a camp, a nomad, will die with no more estate than the wolf or the horse leaves.
For millions of years, humans have been programmed to live in small groups around the campfire. Having the constant background of TV gives us a sense of familiarity and well being. Human beings need motion, sights, sounds, activity around us, and TV provides that. It doesn’t really matter how many channels we’ve got, because we’re […]
Somebody told me it was frightening how much topsoil we are losing each year, but I told that story around the campfire and nobody got scared.
We’re tenting tonight on the old campground, Give us a song to cheer; Our weary hearts, a song of home, And friends we love so dear. . . Many are the hearts that are weary to-night, Wishing for the war to cease; Many are the hearts that are looking for the right To see the […]