I love hearing about all your movies, launches, milestones and celebrations, and I especially love eating those virtual cookies. Congratulations my sweet potatoes! Here is a poem for all your hard work! (Borrowed from Garrison Keillor's compilation entitled Good Poems.)Sometimes
by Sheenagh Pugh
Sometimes things don't go, after all,
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
from bad to worse. Some years muscadel
faces down frost; green thrives; the crops don't fail,
sometimes a man aims high, and all goes well.
A people sometimes will step back from war,
elect an honest man; decide they care
enough that they can't leave some stranger poor.
Some men become what they were born for.
Sometimes our best efforts do not go
amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to.
The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow
that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you.
5 comments:
Between the name of the poet and the theme, I'm reminded of this well known saying,
“May the road rise up to meet you, may the wind be ever at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face and the rain fall softly on your fields. And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of his hand.” Irish blessing
Lovely.
My wishes for all the other potatoes and readers of this blog, too.
I love those words, thanks for sharing them:)
Thanks for sharing this poem, Diane, and thanks for your wishes for all of us potatoes!
Glad to share that poem. It makes one more hopeful in this uncertain world and business.
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