I put my heart to school

In the world where men grow wise:

“Go out,” I said, “and learn the rule;”

“Come back when you win a prize.”

 

 

My heart came back again:

“Now where is the prize?” I cried…..

“The rule was false and the prize was pain,”

“And the teacher’s name was Pride.”

 

I put my heart to school

In the woods where the veeries sing

And brooks run clear and cool,

In the fields where wild flowers spring.

 

“And why do you stay so long”

“My heart, and where do you roam?”

The answer came with a laugh and a song,

“I find this school is home.”

-HENRY VAN DYKE-

 

” Nature has never failed me in being my best  teacher,                                      and  my greatest resource for peace” 

-Yu/stan/kema-