22 6 And he overcame the bitterness not by bodily strength, not by force of arms; But by word he overcame the smiter, recalling the sworn covenants with their fathers.
And we never mentioned to one another how,when we left those cars and bars in our soiled bluejeans,and after the long subway ride home to Brooklyn or Queen or the Bronx.
We stand in awe of the centuried Redwoods of the Pacific coast and the twisted, giant Saguaros of the high desert, but compared to the Chaparral bush they are mere infants.
He had time to note the light, fluty something that hid her queenly head, the tasteful lines of her wrapped figure, the gracefulness of her carriage and of the hand caught up her skirts.