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One of these, that has stuck with me all these years, was in a newsletter put out by the local Rotary Club, of which my dad was a member all those many years ago; The Calf Path by Sam Walter Foss (1858 â€" 1911) 'One day, through the primeval wood, A calf walked home, as good calves should, Bu! made a (rail all (mu askew, A crooked trail, as all calves do. Of course I didn't tell anyone that I liked thispmgram.Foraboyyowingupma railroad town it was important to be able to shoot a decent game of snooket and to stand mar yourself. Being a poetry fan was not ' Y, to agid_to your chan'sxna. A lot of the poetry we all remember isn't very sophisticated. That is to say it is not Keats or Wordsworth but is more 'doggerel', meaning it is sentimental stuff. Fm. Prat And from that day, 0 ’er hill and glade, Through these old woods a path was made, And many men wound in and out, And dodged and turned and hem about, Artd uttered words of righteous wrath Because ’twas such a crooked path. The trail was taken up next day By a [one dog that passed that way; And then a wise bellwether sheep, Pursued the trail 0 ’et vale and steep Since then three hundred years have flee And, I expect, the (dif is dead. Bur still he left behind his nail, And thereby hangs my moral tale. By Kuc 0mm Slooffvdk Fun he“ thlphl’bhlmu Ctr-mm- Meditation And Healing Define Tibetan Buddhism W bum With a minimum)! Well Versed “11%.” Appointment with Pohlman the fim woman to save as chmpcuon a! the Dhuuu Cantu of Canada and an this updry. tho houcd His Home» the bump: on huyiu't to Ouch m 1:977. A: 'a trained practitioner of Tibetan Buddh'mn, the was tam duck Int (all lat/hen the read that an W woman to be a reincarnated fibetan hm end doctor of Ttbetan medicine, Midi Noun, wu oltenn‘qhulmg henhngworhhopr m the community I: Tibeun Buddhum. whenyouue recogmzed ualmu everyone at you n a hung god} explnned Charlene Yet the bum never heard of Med! They keep the path a satrzd grove, Along which all their lives they move,- But how the wise old wood-gods laugh, Who saw the first primeval calf It's funny how these two poems, and the next, have stuck with me all these years and, in a way become sort of a philosophy of life. This last of the three poems was a b help to me back in high-school when l hagvery warm feelings for a girl who didn't know I existed. Well, didn't care, anyway. I was feeling very hurt by this when I happened to read the following bit of wisdom, written back in the 1600’s by Ceor re Wither. I read it and a light went on in my rain and I think I said to myself, 'Of course!” Shall I, wasting in despair, Di: beams: anorhcr’s fair, Or male: pale my cheeks with care, Because (mother’s IOSIV are? Be she fairer than the day, Or the flowering meads in May, lfshe think not well of me, What (are I how fair she be? So here is my su estion. Put a bookof poetry on your be side table and reada poem before you go to sleep. 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