Poetic Inspiration from EIC


Many thanks to Jim Barksdale, the thoughtful Founder of Equity Investment Corporation in Atlanta, for sharing this Robert Frost poem with PM Jar. That’s right, Jim has effectively applied poetry to investing – bravo! A Drumlin Woodchuck - Robert Frost

My own strategic retreat Is where two rocks almost meet, And still more secure and snug, A two-door burrow I dug.

With those in mind at my back I can sit forth exposed to attack As one who shrewdly pretends That he and the world are friends.

All we who prefer to live Have a little whistle we give, And flash, at the least alarm We dive down under the farm.

We allow some time for guile And don't come out for a while Either to eat or drink. We take occasion to think.

And if after the hunt goes past And the double-barreled blast (Like war and pestilence And the loss of common sense),

If I can with confidence say That still for another day, Or even another year, I will be there for you, my dear,

It will be because, though small As measured against the All, I have been so instinctively thorough About my crevice and burrow.