Dew and something else on the porch clearlite this morning…
the craftsman’s hand…
Unless the Lord builds the house, its builders labour in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchmen stand guard in vain. Psalm 127:1, Holy Bible
It’s duck shooting season here in New Zealand
… and these are the only ducks I’ll shoot
Before we left the small-holding at Fairdown we sold our precious Dexters, and remembered the other animals we’d lost. A pretty sad time. This is just something I wrote then.
for Muppet and Harry – and the calves we left behind
Shades of cows
Roam the paddocks
Through the churned up mud
Looking for past hay-piles
Hester seeking the little red one
We fought for.
Sometimes a smaller shade
Seeking favorite sun places
And a swift flash of fur
green eyes following the cows.