Another poem

I become a proselytizing missionary during National Poetry Month because I so strongly believe that not enough people read poetry and that many would enjoy it if sufficiently exposed to it. So I plan to read Szymborska's "The Terrorist He is Watching" to my writing class, not because it has anything to do with today's discussion but because I mentioned it last week when a man wrote a brief dialog on an airplane with a terrorist and because I love introducing people to this wonderful poet. It's too long to post here. So I will post James K. Baxter's short poem, "High Country Weather"

Alone we are born
and die alone.
yet see the gold-red cirrus
over the snow-mountain shine.

Upon the upland road
ride easy, stranger,
surrender to the sky
your heart of anger.