I asked the Lord to tell me
why my house is such a mess.
He asked if I'd been blogging,
and I had to answer yes.
He told me to get off my fanny
and tidy up the house.
And so I started cleaning up...
the smudges off my mouse.
I wiped and shined the topside.
That really did the trick...
I was just admiring my good work
I didn't mean to "click."
But click, I did, and oops - I found
A real absorbing site
That I got SO way into it -
I was into it all night.
Nothing's changed except my mouse.
It is very, very shiny.
I guess my house will stay a mess...
While I sit here on my hiney.
Doggy 2004
TO BRING THE DEAD TO LIFE
by
Robert Graves
To bring the dead to life
Is no great magic.
Few are wholly dead:
Blow on a dead man's embers
And a live flame will start.
Let his forgotten griefs be now,
And now his withered hopes;
Subdue your pen to his handwriting
Until it prove as natural
To sign his name as yours.
Limp as he limped,
Swear by the oaths he swore;
If he wore black, affect the same;
If he had gouty fingers,
Be yours gouty too.
Assemble tokens intimate of him --
A ring, a hood, a desk:
Around these elements then build
A home familiar to
The greedy revenant.
So grant him life, but reckon
That the grave which housed him
May not be empty now:
You in his spotted garments
Shall yourself lie wrapped.
from
Terry Thornton's
Hill Country HOGS Blog
