Margaret Mead, anthropologist,  1978 Planetary Citizen of the Year                      

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed citizens can change the world.  

Indeed, it’s the only thing that ever has. 


Trees by Joyce Kilmer *

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth's free flowing breast;

A tree that looks to God all day,

And lifts her leafy limbs to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear

A nest of robins in her in her hair; 

Upon whose bosom snow has lain; 

Who sways in sync with wind and rain,

Poems are made by fools like me,

But only God can make a tree.

                                            *  I took some liberties with the original.


Whether the weather be fine

Or whether the weather be not,

Whether the weather be cold 

or whether the weather be hot,

We'll weather the weather

whatever the weather

Whether we like it or not.