Poem for Tuesday and Homestead Goats

The Goat and I
By Robert Service

Each sunny day upon my way
A goat I pass;
He has a beard of silver grey,
A bell of brass.

And all the while I am in sight
He seems to muse,
And stares at me with all his might
And chews and chews.

Upon the hill so thymy sweet
With joy of Spring,
He hails me with a tiny bleat
Of welcoming.

Though half the globe is drenched with blood
And cities flare,
Contentedly he chews the cud
And does not care.

Oh gentle friend, I know not what
Your age may be,
But of my years I'd give the lot
Yet left to me,

To chew a thistle and not choke,
But bright of eye
Gaze at the old world-weary bloke
Who hobbles by.

Alas! though bards make verse sublime,
And lines to quote,
It takes a fool like me to rhyme
About a goat.

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I did not have much excitement on Monday that did not involve laundry or other chores. It was quite hot out for the first day of school, which I only realized it was when I encountered traffic while picking up a freecycle light string, but by the time we took a walk, it had cooled down. Dinner was leftovers! 

Once again we spent our evening watching the extraordinary For All Mankind. There's too much of the Stevens sons for my taste -- as we transition to the next generation, I'd rather spend time with Kelly -- but I'm happy with where Ellen is, though I hate a lot of her politics! Goats at Homestead Farm: