Fox Hunt
When in deep trouble, keep your mouth shut and look straight ahead.
(from Bobby Lepinay's "Toward a Life Well Lived")
If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
I shoe the a lot of horses down here that they use for fox hunting. Who would quess it would be such a big thing in Ohio. I see this poster about once a week in different barns that I shoe in. It still makes me grin.
ReplyDeleteJonathan Wilson
A lot of the time I feel like the fox with a gang of hounds on my tail all the time.
ReplyDeleteIf this fox opened his mouth, he would be dead.
ReplyDeleteShould we blend with the crowd, or being willing to open our mouth for our beliefs, even if it cost us something precious?