Matt, your experience in the legislature both angers and terrifies me. I never thought we would see Hitler's ghost trampling our American freedom in our lifetime. And what bodes far more heavily upon my heart is that there are no more leaders that can stop that steamrolling destruction. We're seeing it here in our school district with a school board gone crazy with their political agenda. Our primary election was so blatantly rigged, it was stunning. Without choice and voice, we have nothing and are nothing. Your poem is indeed a blessing. It rolls off the tongue like soothing nectar. I live in cow pasture country and love to see the cows and calves as I drive on my mundane errands. Thank you, Matt. We are lucky to have Nature's aspirin so close at hand. And I know just what you mean when you read an old poem you've written and it grabs you with the same power that astonished you after you finished writing it. What a power to heal that inspiration is to all of us. Thank you.
there is something about cows, right? they look at us with those big eyes. and then they are also a bit whimsical to me. I actually like painting cows. painted a large painting of one a few years ago, not a poem, but each time I look at it I smile and am amazed that "I did that!" wonderful piece, Matt.
Matt, your experience in the legislature both angers and terrifies me. I never thought we would see Hitler's ghost trampling our American freedom in our lifetime. And what bodes far more heavily upon my heart is that there are no more leaders that can stop that steamrolling destruction. We're seeing it here in our school district with a school board gone crazy with their political agenda. Our primary election was so blatantly rigged, it was stunning. Without choice and voice, we have nothing and are nothing. Your poem is indeed a blessing. It rolls off the tongue like soothing nectar. I live in cow pasture country and love to see the cows and calves as I drive on my mundane errands. Thank you, Matt. We are lucky to have Nature's aspirin so close at hand. And I know just what you mean when you read an old poem you've written and it grabs you with the same power that astonished you after you finished writing it. What a power to heal that inspiration is to all of us. Thank you.
there is something about cows, right? they look at us with those big eyes. and then they are also a bit whimsical to me. I actually like painting cows. painted a large painting of one a few years ago, not a poem, but each time I look at it I smile and am amazed that "I did that!" wonderful piece, Matt.
Yes!
Those big eyes seem to see right into our hearts, and thank you so much, Tabby.
Oh my goodness, Sue! Thank you for your support and many kindnesses!
It's bizarre to me that in the 21st century we are fighting against these same tired regressive policies and laws.
Here's to more cows and less legislative manure!
I liked the part about foxes. Jesus didn’t have fox hair. His was probably a curly Jewish ‘fro that went with his dark (not blue) eyes.
What a marvelous post, from the poem to the legislature. I share Sue’s pain, too.