"All the sun long it was running, it was lovely, the hay
Fields high as the house, the tunes from the chimneys, it was air
And playing, lovely and watery
And fire green as grass.
And nightly under the simple stars
As I rode to sleep the owls were bearing the farm away,
All the moon long I heard, blessed among stables, the nightjars
Flying with the ricks, and the horses
Flashing into the dark.
And then to awake, and the farm, like a wanderer white
With the dew, come back, the cock on his shoulder: it was all
Shining, it was Adam and maiden,
The sky gathered again
And the sun grew round that very day.
So it must have been after the birth of the simple light
In the first, spinning place, the spellbound horses walking warm
Out of the whinnying green stable
On to the fields of praise."
from Fern Hill
and possibly my all time favorite poem.
We did stay with Helen's mom at the farm
while we worked on the cabin.
Below is a photo is of Willow Two, the first Willow appears on
the banner for this website and was a great friend of mine.
We often took long walks together and my very sentimental
poem Paths was written for Willow
Willow Two while physically
similar is quite different behaviourally for one she will
not go very far with me on a walk, she also is quite a
hunter and kills even the Garter Snakes that come her way
I did manage to get one away from her while I was there
but it can be a bit disconcerting to find pieces of them.
I suspect both traits may stem from the fact she has some
Great Pyrenees blood which would make her more territorial
and a home body. She is a lovely dog however and we get
I do love the fields and skies of the farm and thought
I would share some photos.
“Of tender joy wilt thou remember me,”
Time was I did not walk this path alone, but words uncounted
can not tame the world to hold your shape once more.
Gone now, so very gone while I await some future call.
But until then I am here, remembering a questing spirit,
who pads the pathless night, the trackless starfields,
the wild aurora, thru the great winding fields of light.
When called, will you return by way of these tamer fields
so that one day we may take that walk together?