Guest guest Posted June 21, 2002 Report Share Posted June 21, 2002 Although Capricious, it was a delightful romp... Will recite it to the herd later in the day, after they have completed their studies and chores. After listening raptly to Rabindinath Tragore's epic poetry, they should find your joyful poem a wonderful diversion. And it's about them!!! Love ya, Zenbob Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted June 21, 2002 Report Share Posted June 21, 2002 That happy family of flip-tailed neighbors, bouncing and baahhing, actually hopping, bounding around on hooved feet, dashing up to another so bravely at first, the kids then twist in the air and dash off in flight. Muzzle-mouthed greetings to me with sweet bleatings, batting their eyelashes shyly, straight staring so deep, drawing me into those fathomless eyes with trust so complete, their soulful windows that let me glimpse Eternity for a moment in the dark eyes of a goat. Mothers keep watch in their preplanned distance, and fathers stand guard, tossing horns in mock anger. Cavorting with pure pleasure, no duties for them, but to be just a greeting from God as a goat. Hello Goat Sage! Can I romp with you and your herd? Can I munch on the grass with my face buried in green? Can I roll in the fennel and be covered with licorice scent? Purpled muzzles, sweetbriar apple-scent rose covered feet, on fingers and faces and hooves and faces of flesh and fur. Joy bounces as happily as these goats through this field, living to play, jumping for joy every morning, with the sun. O goats! O goat give me eyes to match the depth of your own! Let all who meet my gaze only see the eyes of a goat gazing there! My shining friends of perfect innocence born in sweet clover, roll me over and over til I arise as a goat like you! If only we all were a herd of happy hooved goats frolicking about, we would romp and cavort, kicking our heels in endless delight. Just to be alive in a field with the sky and the air and each other, playing forever til the day that we die, innocent of death altogether, and in every way, living in each moment forever, and then as we speed through the tunnel together, laughing, baahhing, bleating and singing, approaching the pastoral heaven for goats, and me, and us, kicking our heels and hooves, so happy, that life never ends, the field is forever, endlessly rolling, as we roll with the Wave and dissolve in goat laughter. LoveAlways, Mazie Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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