really like the poem,especially the tattered outlaw part. He has not done much except break the gate on the round pen, and somehow he disengaged a metal stall gate, and he won't leave the horses alone, so he is always getting beat on and is covered with scars. He is a nice little guy though. I am training him to lead now. perhaps next I will get him to haul some books around.
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Exactly -- some of us would love to have a donkey. For instance, we might put a sarape on our donkey's back and ride our library books back into town.
What did the dastardly donkey do?
The Donkey by G. K. Chesterton
When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil's walking parody
On all four-footed things.
The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.
really like the poem,especially the tattered outlaw part. He has not done much except break the gate on the round pen, and somehow he disengaged a metal stall gate, and he won't leave the horses alone, so he is always getting beat on and is covered with scars. He is a nice little guy though. I am training him to lead now. perhaps next I will get him to haul some books around.
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