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Thursday, July 3, 2014

The Visitor by Patrick R. Chalmers

(Pan to be found in Maryanne & Marigold's garden....with peanuts!)  xo


Stumbled across this lovely poem in a 1938 edition of the Young Folks Shelf of Books
that I found in a thrift bin.  The entire book was a lovely read, all the old poems I remembered from my childhood. (and quite a few that would cause such an uproar today in our sanitized world!) ;)
When did all those classics go away I wonder? 
And the vocabulary!  Oh, how I relish the Old Words!

Since I adore All Things Pan, and Pan is so very hard to find-especially in children's lit, I was particularly taken with this piece.

I see it as a brilliant diversity piece (for the time period) with the mention of "as Christian as yourself" and find it to be very Unitarian in its message.  

And really, who *doesn't* want a little pagan faun piping on their porch?  :)

I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.
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THE VISITOR
by Patrick R. Chalmers

The white goat Amaryllis,
She wandered at her will
At time of daffodillies
Afar and up the hill:
We hunted and we halloa'd
And back she came at dawn
But what d'you think had followed?--
A little, pagan Faun!

His face was like a berry,
His ears were high and pricked:
Tip-tap-his hoofs came merry
As up the hill he clicked;
A junket for his winning
We set in dairy delf;
He ate it pert and grinning-
As Christian as yourself!

He stayed about the steading
A fortnight, say, or more;
A blanket for his bedding
We spread beside the door;
And when the cocks crowed clearly
Before the dawn was ripe,
He called the milkmaids cheerly
Upon a reedy pipe!

That fortnight of his staying
The work went smooth as silk:
The hens were all in laying
The cows were all in milk;
And the-and then one morning
The maids woke up at day
Without his oaten warning-
And found he'd gone away.

He left no trace behind him;
Bit still the milkmaids deem
That they, perhaps may find him
With butter and with cream:
Beside the door they set them
In bowl and golden pat,
But no one comes to get them-
Unless maybe, the cat.

The white goat Amaryllis,
She wanders at her will
At time of daffodillies, 
Away up Woolcombe hill;
She stay until the morrow,
Then back she comes at dawn;
But never-to our sorrow-
The little, pagan Faun.

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Friday, May 2, 2014

Sunday, April 27, 2014

DARLA'S BOYS TURNED 1!

Oh, I am such a Prodigal Blogger.
And I *do* miss all my Goatie Friends!
Life certainly does get in the way of blogging.
But I just had to share that Darla's boys turned 1 on March 11th!
A good time was had by all!


FERGUS & FINNIAN TURN 1!



HEALTHY BIRTHDAY *CAKE*


A ROUSING GAME OF PIN THE TAIL ON THE DONKEY!




AND THEN IT GOT SILLY!


IN OTHER NEWS:

GOATS IN UNDERPANTS
written by Mimi Foxmorton
Illustrated by David Murk
published in ebook format September 2013
is the proud winner of the
RED CARPET BOOKS
INDIE AUTHOR AWARD!
Many thanks to BK Walker books!

We are humbly grateful for all who have supported us 
and look forward to connecting with new readers in the future!
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