Thursday, April 27, 2006

Bonus Post for Jane Jacobs

Your author currently lives on two acres in the middle of a city in the just-south-of-Kansas Great Plains.

There is a koi pond in our backyard.

Three identifiable guy frogs are currently (11:09 p.m. CDT) singing songs of love and hope.

Trilling and thrumming their little hearts, lungs, and throats out, hoping to perpetuate their species.

While ANWAR Bush would drill them to death, if he thought there were a chance that petro might be there exploited.

Damn all, who think Nature is nothing but a morsel to be consumed.

Hear a true voice:

Jenny Kiss'd Me

by Leigh Hunt (1784-1859)

Jenny kiss'd me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in;
Time, you thief, who love to get
Sweets into your list, put that in!
Say I'm weary, say I'm sad,
Say that health and wealth have miss'd me,
Say that I'm growing old, but add,
Jenny kiss'd me.

For the frogs and Jane Jacobs,
They will understand:
When Bush and Rove
Are soon and long forgotten.


Anonymous Island hero said...

Trilling and thrumming...and then there were three.

11:45 PM  
Anonymous earthboundmisfit said...

"The golden sound of FROG" (as Kermit says) is a reminder that life will - and MUST - go on, in spite of the bastards. Hopefully, by the time our good author's pond is filled with happy tadpoles, Mr. Fitzgerald will indict - and one K. Rove will be, as Joseph Wilson hoped, frog-marched out of the White House!

11:53 PM  

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