“……you mean we get to REST?”

 

“……you mean we get to REST?”

There on the journey, on the trail came darker shades of dark,

Evening clouds piling up to peaks of the forgotten

Two shaking bodies of light up high reflecting star of  center mark

Marking friends to renew a dance darkly from time begotten.

 

 

“Now we’es carries smilin’ lil ‘ol hurt girl into dark!

“How we’es seez for stepping roun’ all hurts an’ brushkies?

“Now we’es bumpin’ an’ stumpin’ all jostlin’ so stark!

“How we’es find some trail to light where sings the lark?”

 

 

“Settle ye, peddle ye slow and more slow and seek ye rest,”

Called down Old Crow and whistled Old Ugly and Young Bluesey.

“Know ye not, The One made night for rest, for sighing so blessed?

“Know ye not, ye must be still, be very still for folding within arms so truesey!”

 

 

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THE FLOP-EARED BOY WAITING FOR A DONKEY

 

 

FLOPPY EARS HEAR BETTER

 

THE VILLAGE BOY ASSIGNED FLOPPY EARS

BY SOME UNKNOWN PANEL OF ELDERS

WAITED IN STINKY PUDDLES FOR ONE WHO BEARS

WAITED UNDER A HEAVY BAG OF SMELDERS

THIS FLOP EARED BOY HAD DREAMED OF OTHER FLOP EARS

NOT OF HIS OWN KIN WHO WOULD TROD

WITH FOUR HOOVES, NOT JUST TWO

BEARING A HEAVY BAG IN NOD

OVER LONG DUSTY ROAD IN RUE

OF THE TAXED LOAD EVEN UNBORN

STILL THE FLOPEARED BOY ONLY HEARD FALLING STARS

AND SWEEPING WINDS OF WINGS

BUT WAIT–NOW  DID HE HEAR CLACKING BARS

DRAGGING TO BEAR FRESH THINGS

FOR HEAVY DONKEY LOAD HAD KNOWN

OF NEED FOR SWADDLINGS IN OLD BOXES

HEAVY DONKEY LOAD NOW HEARD WIND-BLOWN

NOW FLOPPY EARS OF BOY AND DONKEY COCKSES

TO CATCH THE BREATH OF EACH IN HEAVE AND SIGH

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS SENT  WIRES

OF HOPE TO HEART OF BOY AND ALL BY

AS EACH FOUR FLOPPY EARS ALL ANEW UNDER STAR’S FIRES.

 

 

To Be Continued with a third set of ears joining to listen!