Monday, November 8, 2010

A Vagabond Song by Bliss Carman, girls new home

A Vagabond Song, By Bliss Carman, 1861-1929
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There is something in the autumn that is native to my blood --
Touch of manner, hint of mood;
And my heart is like a rhyme,
With the yellow and the purple and the crimson keeping time.

The scarlet of the maples can shake me like a cry
Of bugles going by.
And my lonely spirit thrills
To see the frosty asters like a smoke upon the hills.

There is something in October sets the gypsy blood astir;
We must rise and follow her,
When from every hill of flame
She calls and calls each vagabond by name.
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Nigerian Dwarf Dairy Goats



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This is Clara and Chamonix's new home. Isn't is awesome? A swimming pool and everything!

Jamey, their new owner.

4 comments:

Flartus said...

Autumn sure is a glorious season in your neck of the woods. Do you prefer it or spring, I wonder? When I lived up north, I loved spring and fall made me sad, b/c I hated winter!

That looks like a great place for Clara & Chamonix to thrive.

John Gray jgsheffield@hotmail.com said...

a goat pin up eh?

Jennifer said...

I love autumn on the farm, it is too bad it seems so short before winter kicks in. What a beautiful home and pasture for them!

A blog by the "Farmer" said...

I've been off the computer for awhile due to company... I enjoyed getting caught up on your postings.

So sorry about the eye infection - how are things feeling now? Hopefully, better.

As usual, the pics of the goats are fab.u.lous.

I am going to try and make the hash brown casserole... Looks so yummy!

Farmer