by Carol Knight Watson
Poor little foal of an oppressed race:
I love the languid patience of thy face.
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1794
’Twas when the rain fell steady and the ark was pitched and ready,
And Noah got his orders for to take the bastes (beasts) below:
He haled them all together by the hide and horn and feather,
And all except the donkey were agreeable to go.
John Lockwood Kipling
from Beast and Man in India
London, MacMillan Co., N.Y., 1891
London, MacMillan Co., N.Y., 1891
Books I have read that have made me cry,
pictures I’ve seen that have made me sigh,
pictures I’ve seen that have made me sigh,
songs I have heard that have brought the tears,
sorrows I’ve known throughout the years;
sorrows I’ve known throughout the years;
but nothing has touched me so deep inside
as the sadness I’ve seen in a donkey’s eyes.
as the sadness I’ve seen in a donkey’s eyes.
Kent Ghirard
Oahu, Hawaii
Recently, we have had some high 90’s weather, but it’s cooled off for now. The concern is, no rain. The pastures are quickly turning brown and the grass “crunches” under your feet. The weather forecast shows no prediction for rain anytime soon. This drought cycle has been going on for a lot of years now and seems to have become part of the normal weather pattern for Southwest Georgia. Woe is us!
Talk to you next time. . .
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