Saturday, June 16, 2007

Faithful Fathers of Dependent Broods

Emily Dickinson (1896)

High from the earth I heard a bird;
He trod upon the trees

As he esteemed them trifles,
And then he spied a breeze,

And situated softly
Upon a pile of wind
Which in a perturbation
Nature had left behind.
A joyous-going fellow
I gathered from his talk,
Which both of benediction
And badinage partook,

Without apparent burden,
I learned, in leafy wood

He was the faithful father
Of a dependent brood;

And this untoward transport His remedy for care,—
A contrast to our respites.
How different we are!


Happy Father's Day to three of the most wonderful Dads a girl could know....I have learned from each of you....
Special love to you TWM!

1 comment:

Ron and Kelly said...

This is beautiful!

All the best to your family. The fathers in our lives certainly are special!

Love,
Ron and Kelly
(GG and Rhodo)