My cousin Catherine Larson has made her front curb in Eugene, Oregon a place to renew one’s thinking by putting poetry out from time to time, so that anyone who walks by can be moved and inspired. The St. Francis poem that happened to be in the frame when I last visited her caught my attention today when I was looking over the year’s photographs.
Category: Writing
“What is the price of Experience? Do men buy it for a song?
Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price
Of all that a man hath, his house, his wife, his children
Wisdom is sold in the desolate market where none come to