Saturday, May 28, 2011


Dogs in Sutherland, Scotland


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.

I came across this poem recently in Good Poems Selected By Garrison Keillor and loved it's message.

I follow a blog called Wilf the PON discovers France. Wilf was diagnosed with cancer 8 months ago and although blind now continues to enjoy his life in the idyllic French countryside with his kind caregivers Angus and his wife. I like to check in on Wilf (and Angus) as he teaches me a lesson in living.


Joanna said...

Beautiful poem and beautiful photographs.

I too follow Wilf (is that how I found you?) and rejoice in Angus' love and care for this dear little chap.

Rory Grant said...

It was a very moving poem and the context you gave for publishing it was touching.

I wish you and yours all the best - and of course Wilf too.