Somtimes this is true. I have found that those who still practice the old art of chivalry and care when it comes to family and children are typically those who remain true to things like farming, ranching, etc. They have not been tainted by the outside world of techo-readiness. Well done.
Posted 11 Years Ago
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9 Years Ago
Thank you for saying this. I agree with you. EB is a great friend. Have you talked to her.
Could be, Em, could be. What the hell are you up to? Have you seen my recent work on magic? That's far more than you need, but that tells a good story. We need to chat sometime soon the way that we do.
A pretty little verse dedicated to a much ignored but indispensable element of human society. I like the "angel" metaphor because it portrays the farmer as a benevolent individual and lends a surreal, anachronistic touch to the verse.
"and shine
under all the layers
of caked-on mud
and manure."
I think these lines could be taken literally as well as metaphorically. Farmers are often neglected and taken for granted and yet, they sustain all of us. Their profession is noble, albeit thankless.
Well penned!
Somtimes this is true. I have found that those who still practice the old art of chivalry and care when it comes to family and children are typically those who remain true to things like farming, ranching, etc. They have not been tainted by the outside world of techo-readiness. Well done.
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
9 Years Ago
Thank you for saying this. I agree with you. EB is a great friend. Have you talked to her.
clever take on "angels"...i think the population at large would be well served to consider (reconsider) such definitions. Some angels, of course, probably don't teach sunday school but hide elsewhere in plain sight.
oh yes its lovely to reflect back on people you liked a lot ,each skilled in something like he was destined to do ,and if it was not for him ,no other will take the place ,i have always thought about different people with professions ,so dear and unique to them ,lovely thought
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..