Dusty DogWe just had a baby deer born in our yard this morning.
Dusty is not very pleased!!! Mark woke me up at 7am so I could see.....I was
really tired because I just worked evenings and went to bed about 1:45 am....but it was worth the early wake up call. Marko doesn't like me to sleep in either...he was knocking on
our door on Saturday at 7:30am being a goof and saying "housekeeping."
Anyway, the baby and mommy deer were so beautiful....and so is the poem below!!
Have a great day!!!
love,
Michele
The Resemblance Between Your Life and a Dog
I never intended to have this life, believe me -
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can't explain.
It just happened. You know how dogs turn up
At a farm, and they wag but can't explain.
It's good if you can accept your life - you'll notice
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look
Your face has become deranged trying to adjust
To it. Your face thought your life would look
Like your bedroom mirror when you were ten.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can't believe how much you've changed.
That was a clear river touched by mountain wind.
Even your parents can't believe how much you've changed.
Sparrows in winter, if you've ever held one, all feathers,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,
Burst out of your hand with a fiery glee.
You see them later in hedges. Teachers praise you,
But you can't quite get back to the winter sparrow.
Your life is a dog. He's been hungry for miles.
Doesn't particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.
Your life is a dog. He's been hungry for miles.
Doesn't particularly like you, but gives up, and comes in.
~ Robert Bly ~
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