Poetry Monday

Yet Gentle Will the Griffin Be
by Vachel Lindsay

The moon? It is griffin's egg,
Hatching tomorrow night.
And how the little boys will watch
With shouting and delight
To see him break the shell and stretch
And creep across the sky.
The boys will laugh. The girls,
I fear, may hide and cry.
Yet gentle will the griffin be,
Most decorous and fat,
And walk up to the Milky Way
And lap it like a cat.

Ocular Athletics

This week we tried something a little different. I read the list Chesterton made of his "equipment for starting on a journey to fairyland" which he wrote to his fiance, Frances (Gilbert Keith Chesterton by Maisie Ward) It starts with:
1st. A Straw Hat. The oldest part of this admirable relic shows traces of pure Norman work. The vandalism of Cromwell's soldiers has left us little of the original hat-band.

Here are the Hobbits' offerings.

Things I have in my Pockets by Ken
A rather battered jack knife.
A wrist watch or not a wrist watch anymore. It has lost its strap.
A wallet which has eight dollars in it.
And a lot of lint.

Stuff in my Bed by Joe

1. In my bed there is a sleeping bag that is in a very sorry state. But I like it because it is slightly longer than me, shoulder to toe, so I don't have to curl up. It has been with me on many exciting adventures including a sinking boat and many car rides.

2. Pillows not nearly as heroic as my sleeping bag.

3. A compass which has been on even more adventures than my sleeping bag but is not as interesting. (It points North)

4. Four pocket knives. (Not much to tell there, all new)

5. A blob of aluminum that melted in a fire.

6. A wallet.

7. A Crucifix broken in more than one place but lovingly repaired by my brother, Adam. (Who has good hands.)

8. A couple of bits and bobs that are less interesting than the wallet. (See item 6)



The Inventory to my Humble Sleeping Quarters by Adam

The many and strange things I keep in my sleeping quarters is about to be confided. This is the very first time I have ever even attempted to fathom my small but mysterious bed.

1. A flash light. Why I keep it I have no idea. It is useless in the fact that it does not work.

2. A small blue sleeping bag, looking torn and sorry but unpacked none the less.

3. The usual sleeping requirements. I just thought I would mention the sleeping bag just because it is important to me for some strange reason.

4. A small wooden cache box screwed into my wall. (Did I mention we (my brothers and I) all have a nice sturdy wall in our keeping?) It is crammed full of every object I can fit in it, which consist of: a pen knife which I have to had to bend back into position twice due to the fact that I carve too much. An arrow head which makes a rather bad necklace due to size and coldness. A box of quarters. A wallet which is regrettably empty. That is it for the box, but not half the bed. I guess it will remain mysterious. I like it that way.

Snow and Tom Sawyer

We are having our usual mid-winter interuption of declensions by lake effect snow. It is about 3 ft deep and rising. It has also been very cold so you would think those lakes would freeze already!
The hobbits had a Tom Sawyer moment when they convinced the neighbor boy that snow shoveling is the best work out ever!!!