Last Stand



When the alarm came
He saddled up his fence,
Took the bit in his teeth
And mounted.
Closing his eyes
He put his ear to the ground
And waited, trembling, for the sound
of the approaching windmills.
-- Keith Jennison (b. 1911)

Comments

  1. Anonymous11:31 AM

    "There's A Place For You"
    I read this every time I visit your blog. I assumed it meant anybody.

    I just came from another sermon. "Not everyone is always welcome."

    I AM CONFUSED.

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  2. Anonymous3:38 PM

    Dear Confused,

    I do mean it when I say "There's a place for you" and apologize for offending you and for whatever I said that made you feel unwelcome.

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  3. Anonymous4:03 PM

    I wonder if Keith Jennison knew something about global warming and carbon footprints, when he was talking about the appraoching windmills. This sounds like liberal propaganda to me. :)


    Al

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  4. Anonymous4:20 PM

    Mark,

    I fear I confused you also. Sorry!

    The sermon I just came from was another Wesleyan church. I was confused how two Wesleyan churches/pastors could differ so much.

    Sorry again. I did not mean you personally.

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  5. Anonymous4:38 PM

    Confused,
    Thanks for clearing that up :)

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  6. Anonymous4:43 PM

    Al,
    The Jennison poem was stashed away in a file of old papers at the church, and must have been there over thirty years, until I discovered it last week, dusted it off, and decided to use it here.

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  7. Anonymous3:09 AM

    What does this poem mean? I feel so dumb that I don't understand this poem.

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