The Shepherd Boy, the Lion, the Fox and the Wolf

The Shepherd boy was walking down the country road, when he encountered a Fox in his den. And the Fox came out, yet the Wolf--the Fox's master--came out too; yet embittered by the Shepherd being present, who witnessed they were prowling very late at night; the Wolf started hurling abuses at him. The Shepherd called for help, so the Game Warden beat the Wolf severely. Yet, the Shepherd had been sorry for calling the Warden, and repented, saying, "I had put in a false report."

The Lion also, was on the prowl, and ate the Shepherd's Black Sheep. Yet, the Shepherd had not witnessed it, save in a dream at night---for it was the night season, and he ought have to slept at some time---and when he awoke, the Black Sheep was all bones and meat, but the Lion's jowls were red. The Shepherd put in a report to the Game Warden, but then thought, "I am wrong, for I do not know if this is my sheep which the Lion had eaten." Thus, he had told the Warden, "I had put in a false report."

Yet, many Sheep were disappearing throughout the kingdom... yet the Shepherd was not wise, or was he? He could not tell, for he did not wish to put in a false report.

Mary Had a Little Lamb Analysis

While, it's not explicitly about Jesus, but certainly, Jesus probably inspired it. I don't think it's really about Jesus, though. It's kind of a bad literary criticism to intuit messages into a poem that aren't there, but I'd say the poem likely was inspired by Jesus. That's definitely a wholesome thought.

But don't be esoteric. One has to tone down esoteric readings, because then you probably do the same thing with the Bible. Surely, when Jesus was a child, He followed Mary around, and probably stuck by her. As it says "And everything the child did, brought joy to Mary's heart." But, you can't get too deep into it. When you do, and seek hidden symbols or messages, that's esotericism, and not generally something one wants to do in any form of interpretation.

Certainly though, that tension of the Biblical Imagery is there, as it was written in a time when Biblical Motifs were often alluded to. But, it's an allusion, because the lamb is literally a lamb. But, then it could be referring to Jesus in the sense that He's like the lamb, being so innocent. That we love Jesus, like Mary loves her lamb, yet the lamb was a sacrificial animal.

It's interesting, because I was thinking about this a while ago, too, as I was driving. This exact thought, the beautiful motifs of Jesus being Mary's lamb hit me, and elevated the poem. But, when one does analysis on anything, don't put meaning into it that doesn't follow. It'll thoroughly elevate one's reading experience.

I mean, we kind of carry our little lamb around, too, and it shocks people at our schools and our work and everywhere we go. But that's drawing an interpolation from the poem, which you're allowed to do. But that's personal, and not really what the poem means.

February’s Fay 2025

A slight pause, as I look out yonder my back porch
And I see the red buds on the Maples.
I know, it is February's Fay, come a little late this year
It is true, but it has been very cold.
Spring will soon arrive, as I walk out to my tree
And see the Brussels' Sprout like bulbs
On the tree, red and purplish greens in nacreous two-tones
Which will sprout into beautiful red flowers.
Always a little leery, my delusions
Are wary of the mad spring.
But, it is not spring.
It is the sure sign it is February.

The Progression of Spring

First, the Weeping Willow gets her yellow yawns
Which slowly turn their lime green, and then dark.
Then, the Veronica and Violets start to appear.
Soon, the Hyacinth and Bluebells are coming up
In their nectar scents, and then comes the Redbuds
In their purple leaves. And then the Dogwoods 
And Bradford Pears' musk; On the trees, the budded flowers show
In their newly forming leaves, and throughout the spring
They grow, until in Mid May, they are fully open
And a whole new world is alive.
Then the Roses make their appearance
To scent the forest with a sweet perfume,
And then finally the Honeysuckle in June.

On Infinities

{}[A] line, or plane are infinite[: b]ecause a line represents an equation, that incorporates all numbers within it. So, X=Y is a line, that comprises all numbers in existence. Or x^2 is all the parabola that represents all the functions of x^2. So, a plane would be an infinite shape, taking up one infinitesimal part of a x/y/z graph, but incorporating all numbers within that two dimensional space, either in the i, negative or positive. So, it has to be bigger than a line. It must. Therefore, some infinities are larger than others. {}

The Plight of the Poor

A good child, loved by his mother,
Even the best child ever born,
She was so poor, she came to the tavern
With her fiance, and was ready to deliver.
The tax man was in town, and wanted
To get them recorded in the census.
The woman and her fiance
Were told, "You can't stay in here
"You don't have enough money
"But I see the woman's with child
"So here, I'll let you sleep out in the barn."
So, the child was born, and placed in a manger;
Three kings came from far, Eastern Magi
And gave him a little nugget of gold
And two bottles of Essential Oils.
And they leave all the same,
And the little child cries in the manger.
The tax man comes, and Mary signs
It, and so does Joseph, from Nazareth
And they just had their baby.

A New Adversary

I see my once robust faith
Moving back to teetotalism
And Medievalism, and Jew Baiting.
So, I took a thimble full of Rum
And three ice cubes, and sipped
To a slight inebriation
While I write this with no hat on.

How I am tempted to drink more,
Yet I resist. Christians, the same should you.

For its inebriation is an intoxication,
And not so pleasurable as you'd think.
And it calls us back to Medieval times
And the hatred, and the strife, and the malice
And the slander... and Adultery in the courts
And no time for love, but jousting and murderous spectacles.

So we drink this toxin into our body,
And I fight it by walking out into the cold
Seeing Goliath and David strive in the East.
The Dragon--a new Constellation--
There, with his red horn, joining the bout.
And the cold air stings my ears and cheeks
Yet I am not smitten by it,
As the wind gusts, but I am refreshed.
And I said in prayer to the Almighty,
"We have turned our back on God
"For we know not the seasons."