Who’d have thought these farm dogs were poetry lovers? It’s not that surprising, really, as only a poet could capture the beauty of Kentucky in the spring.
A little Madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown –
Who ponders this tremendous scene –
This whole Experiment of Green –
As if it were his own!
Awooo! went the hound dog cry – a visitor! Set us loose on our isle of green to hunt chipmunks and posture with Naybor the Great! [the neighbors’ dog]
To call to roosters and felines and canines on other patches of grass, separated by gulfs of black gates, our message that the Popes are awake and vigilant traveling to the county line!
I was so glad to bring sunshine with me this morning and run and cavort with the hounds for a bit before returning to the real world – at least I know this fog-shrouded Avalon will be waiting.
A light exists in spring
Not present on the Year
At any other period —
When March is scarcely here
A Color stands abroad
On Solitary Fields
That science cannot overtake,
But Human Nature feels.
It waits upon the Lawn;
It shows the furthest Tree
Upon the furthest Slope we know;
It almost speaks to me…
I wasn’t the only one happy to see the sun today! Great hound dog howls rang out from one isle of Green to another, met with rooster crows, birds singing, and Naybor’s posturing.
Heaven is sitting in the sun with Jackson, howling at the sky with Belle, rolling in the grass with Sadie, hunting with Buddy, and taking it all in with Gordon’s big bright eyes