The Dutchman’s Mine
Many a man has wasted his life in search of the Dutchman’s Mine
And damned if I’m not one of the lot who swore it was my fate to find
They say that Peralta found it first, ’til Apaches laid him out dead
Then old Doc Thorne was led to the gold with a blindfold round his head
Some others say that Weiser and Waltz found the mine in the harsh Superstitions
While some fellas claim that a cadre of troops were the last to know its position
Whatever the tale, I took to the trail in search of the glimmering gold
I spent all my wealth and most of my health, but the treasure I’ve yet to behold
I’ve sweated and bled, damn near lost my head, beneath the bright blazing sun
Oh, the prices I’ve paid, folks I’ve betrayed, but a glimpse of the wealth I’ve caught none
Yes, I’m a damn fool who has wasted his life in search of the Dutchman’s Mine
But I’d do it again, I swear it my friend, if God would just grant me the time
Today’s poem seemed a good one for Sunday: “Vespers” by A.A. Milne. You might note that the main character in this is Christopher Robin, of Winnie-The-Pooh fame. He was Milne’s real life son and the inspiration behind his most beloved works.
Today’s poem is from Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass. I first heard this poem in high school while watching Dead Poets Society. It’s been a favorite ever since:
Today’s poem is Human Family by the incomparable Maya Angelou. Hope you enjoy.
This week’s nature exploration takes us to Bittern Marsh Trail at the Lake Lewisville Environmental Learning Area.
Today’s forecast: Expect Frost.
I haven’t seen a human being outside of my own house for over a week. I won’t apologize for my weather/literature crossover puns.
Hope y’all enjoy today’s poem. Stay well, stay healthy, and if you can, stay home.
Today’s poem comes from Elizabeth Barrett Browning’s “Sonnets from the Portuguese” Titled “Sonnet XIV” it is typically referred to as, “If Thou Must Love Me”
Today’s poem reminds me of my Grandfather so much that I decided to use a picture of him on Mt. Rainier as the thumbnail. I hope you enjoy the reading, and hope that you are staying well.
Jasper was a recluse
He lived inside a shack
The only shirt he ever owned
Was the one upon his back
He never washed his dishes
His mutt would lick ’em clean
They say he had no friend nor kin
Least none folks ever seen
But when the neighbors found him
Stone dead and grey as ash
Around his waist there was a belt
Stuffed full of cold hard cash
Now Jasper sleeps in splendor
Resting Six feet under ground
Beneath a marble tombstone
The finest one in town
Today’s poem, by Rainer Maria Rilke, felt entirely appropriate for all us practicing social distancing, working from home, or in quarantine.