Comments about Wilson Ogg
When We Romp And Dance
We are not destined for toil but for frolic
Those who labor miss their clues
And act meagerly their roles
We who play need no utterance but
---the breath of life itself.
In our rollicking, we capture nature
That plays hide and seek with us
---shunning and yet yielding to us
In our taking, we find beauty
---skipped by those who submit to
From castaways of others are gems of
---artists and gist of thinkers.
And when we romp and dance
Love wells up within us
Waxing our compass one to the other
In granting us...