Beautiful! Does she jump the fence and nibble your garden?
2.
sherry
replies at 18th May 2006, 2:21 pm :
She might but we haven’t put a garden in this year. The asparagus is between the tall grass in the foreground and the fence but she didn’t want that. The fence isn’t really a fence but acts as a trellis for tomatoes.
She had a companion too. They came into the yard on the north side, nibbled their way all the way around the house, stopped for a while in what was once the garden — maybe some leftover kale or something volunteer — and then wandered off onto the meadow just beyond those trees.
They were very beautifully built, all muscle and sleek hide.
One thing I like about this photo is the two strips of yellow sunlight, one in the bottom third on the grass-tops and one in the top third coming down through the trees. It’s hard to tell what it is at low resolution and cropped down.
3.
Rosalie O'Leary
replies at 18th May 2006, 11:42 pm :
Hi, Sherry,
We also had deer (2) on our land, between our large fenced backyard and our pasture pond, very early one morning this week. It’s only the 3rd time in three years that we’re seen deer this close to the house. They are really active in our “neighborhood” right now.
Rosalie
P.S. I’m “walking” tomorrow. Finished my grad work. Now, a vacation. Then I’ll write again.
–ro
4.
sherry
replies at 19th May 2006, 6:06 am :
Woo hoo! Congratulations, Rosalie.
Much good poetry to come!
5.
Charlie
replies at 19th May 2006, 3:48 pm :
The Buck
Today I would trade my destined mind
For wild feet of a solitary buck
Browsing second growth,
Carrying the weather upon his matted back.
No known past to weigh his antlered head
No future to turn his footsteps
Toward dangerous, open ground.
Charles M. Whitt
6.
sherry
replies at 19th May 2006, 7:05 pm :
Thanks, Charlie. I’m very grateful for your willingness to share these poems with us. This one has some power, though it seems very quiet on first reading.
7.
Georgia Green Stamper
replies at 20th May 2006, 8:48 am :
Your poem touches me, Charlie. To me, It speaks to the burdens of aging that I’m feeling this morning. Georgia
Sherry Chandler has received professional development funding and a Professional Assistance Award through the Kentucky Arts Council, a state agency in the Commerce Cabinet, supported by state tax dollars and federal funding from the National Endowment for the Arts, which believes that a great nation deserves great art.
7 Comments
1. Terry replies at 18th May 2006, 11:21 am :
Beautiful! Does she jump the fence and nibble your garden?
2. sherry replies at 18th May 2006, 2:21 pm :
She might but we haven’t put a garden in this year. The asparagus is between the tall grass in the foreground and the fence but she didn’t want that. The fence isn’t really a fence but acts as a trellis for tomatoes.
She had a companion too. They came into the yard on the north side, nibbled their way all the way around the house, stopped for a while in what was once the garden — maybe some leftover kale or something volunteer — and then wandered off onto the meadow just beyond those trees.
They were very beautifully built, all muscle and sleek hide.
One thing I like about this photo is the two strips of yellow sunlight, one in the bottom third on the grass-tops and one in the top third coming down through the trees. It’s hard to tell what it is at low resolution and cropped down.
3. Rosalie O'Leary replies at 18th May 2006, 11:42 pm :
Hi, Sherry,
We also had deer (2) on our land, between our large fenced backyard and our pasture pond, very early one morning this week. It’s only the 3rd time in three years that we’re seen deer this close to the house. They are really active in our “neighborhood” right now.
Rosalie
P.S. I’m “walking” tomorrow. Finished my grad work. Now, a vacation. Then I’ll write again.
–ro
4. sherry replies at 19th May 2006, 6:06 am :
Woo hoo! Congratulations, Rosalie.
Much good poetry to come!
5. Charlie replies at 19th May 2006, 3:48 pm :
The Buck
Today I would trade my destined mind
For wild feet of a solitary buck
Browsing second growth,
Carrying the weather upon his matted back.
No known past to weigh his antlered head
No future to turn his footsteps
Toward dangerous, open ground.
Charles M. Whitt
6. sherry replies at 19th May 2006, 7:05 pm :
Thanks, Charlie. I’m very grateful for your willingness to share these poems with us. This one has some power, though it seems very quiet on first reading.
7. Georgia Green Stamper replies at 20th May 2006, 8:48 am :
Your poem touches me, Charlie. To me, It speaks to the burdens of aging that I’m feeling this morning. Georgia
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