Dear Dear Diary
Thursday, May 29, 2008
The Pasture
I’M going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I also like the Bruce Bennett version... but I don't think I know where I can put my hands on that chapbook... His was more "I'm off to weed the garden, waging war on slugs strangling the tomatoes, oozing slime... you come too."
I'm very much a "You come too" person. I wanna go here. You come too. It's more fun if we share along the way.
I’M going out to clean the pasture spring;
I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away
(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I’m going out to fetch the little calf
That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,
It totters when she licks it with her tongue.
I sha’n’t be gone long.—You come too.
I also like the Bruce Bennett version... but I don't think I know where I can put my hands on that chapbook... His was more "I'm off to weed the garden, waging war on slugs strangling the tomatoes, oozing slime... you come too."
I'm very much a "You come too" person. I wanna go here. You come too. It's more fun if we share along the way.
Comments:
Many thanks. That's the way it began, but I can't seem to go on that way once I've moved in. Same thing happened last time round, and we know how that ended. I will work harder.
You're a good guy, Georg. :)
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You're a good guy, Georg. :)
