But it’s on the table
The fire is cooking
And they’re farming babies
While slaves are working
You shall sit on a cushion of velvety moss,
Embroidered with sunbeams across and across,
And a grasshopper chorus will make you good cheer,
Or charm you with delicate lullabies, dear.
I will tap at your window some moon silvered night,
And when you lean through the jessamine light,
My fairy-swift wings I will softly unfurl,
And bear you away to my palace of pearl.
Photo credits to Joe from once upon a long time ago. My soul lives at Breitenbush eternally.
Okay, I’m re-blogging this because I want to say that that last one is just mean and uncalled for. What the fuck, you Tumblr folk going on about equal rights and raising the trumpet call against bigotry of all kinds and creeds, yet here you are, mocking a man with a speech impediment because you have nothing better to do then to avert your eyes from the log that has taken up residency there, and gawk at the twigs that blink on by…. Please be kinder, my fellow humans. PLEASE. World peace starts at the tip of your own tongue.. - Danny Echo