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The Barefoot Boy

John Greenleaf Whittier
1807-1892

THE BAREFOOT BOY
Blessings on thee, little man,
Barefoot boy with cheek of tan!
With thy turned-up pantaloons,
And thy merry whistled tunes;
With thy red lip, redder still
Kissed by strawberrys on the hill;
With the sunshine on thy face,
Through thy torn brim's jaunty grace;
From my heart I give thee joy,--
I was once a barefoot boy!

Prince thou art,--the grown-up man
Only is republican.
Let the million-dollared ride!
Barefoot, trudging at his side,
Thou hast more than he can buy
In the reach of ear and eye,--
Outward sunshine, inward joy:
Blessings on thee, barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood's painless play,
Sleep that wakes in laughing day,
Health that mocks the doctor's rules,
Knowledge never learned of schools,
Of the wild bee's morning chase,
Of the wild-flower's time and place,
Fight of fowl and habitude
Of the tenants of the wood;
How the tortoise bears his shell,
How the woodchuck digs his cell,
And the ground-mole sinks his well;
How the robin feeds her young,
How the oriole's nest is hung,
Where the whitest lilies blow,
Where the freshest berries grow,
Where the ground-nut trails its vine,
Where the wood-grape's clusters shine;
Of the black wasp's cunning way,
Mason of his walls of clay,
And the architectural plans
Of gray hornet artisans!
For, eschewing books and tasks,
Nature answers all he asks;
Hand in hand with her he walks,
Face to face with her he talks,
Part and parcel of her joy,--
Blessings on the barefoot boy!

Oh for boyhood's time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
I was rich in flowers and trees,
Humming birds and honey-bees;
For my sport the squirrel played,
Plied the snouted mole his spade;
For my taste the blackberry cone
Purpled over hedge and stone;
Laughed the brook for my delight
Through the day and through the night,
Whispering at the garden wall,
Talked with me from fall to fall;
Mine the sand-rimmed pickerel pond,
Mine the walnut slopes beyond,
Mine, on bending orchard trees,
Apples of Hesperides!
Still as my horizon grew,
Larger grew my riches too;
All the world I saw and knew
Seemed a complex Chinese toy,
Fashioned for a barefoot boy!

Oh for festal dainties spread,
Like my bowl of milk and bread;
Pewter spoon and bowl of wood,
On the door-stone, gray and rude!
O'er me, like a regal tent,
Cloudy-ribbed, the sunset bent,
Purple-curtained, fringed with gold,
Looped in many a wind-swung fold;
While for music came the play
Of the pied frogs' orchestra;
And, to light the noisy choir,
Lit the fly his lamp of fire,
I was a monarch: pomp and joy
Waited on the barefoot boy!

Cheerily, then, my little man,
Live and laugh, as boyhood can!
Though the flinty slopes be hard,
Stubble-speared the new-mown sward,
Every morn shall lead thee through
Fresh baptisms of the dew;
Every evening from thy feet
Shall the cool wind kiss the heat;
All too soon these feet must hide
In the prisons cells of pride,
Lose the freedom of the sod,
Like a colt's for work be shod,
Made to tread the mills of toil,
Up and down in ceaseless moil:
Happy if their track be found
Never on forbidden ground;
Happy if they sink not in
Quick and treacherous sands of sin.
Ah! that thou couldst know thy joy,
Ere it passes, barefoot boy!

Nadja Solerno-Sonnenberg

Ok I have finally seen the true beauty of classical music thanks to some serious ass-kicking done by Nadja. Nice work.

Eco-Tech on The Science Channel

Man, I am addicted to this show. As far as I am concerned there should be an Eco-tech Channel. I would pay extra for it if it also removes the commercials. In fact they should just make a reality show out of following the EarthShip crews around 16 hours per day.


FineLiving does a good job having commercial breaks since they give you a snippet tip in the middle of the break.

Anyway, I got a bit more stuff together for running around in the woods this Saturday. I put Langlitz on my holster and found that a bit rubbed into the wood grips of the Ruger. Lisa and I hiked up there last weekend. Although she was glad to see where it is that I go and get a feel for what the heck I spend my time doing up there, I think she saw her life's fill of cougar and bear poop. We took the westerly route and moved along

Photo Credit: Jeffrey Rich Nature Photography

parallel to (Nameless) Creek. It's mostly old growth timber so it's not going to be where the Elk are. But I found what I was looking for, hence the Ruger during archery season, and the corresponding tags to fill. Like always though, I will head straight into the harvest area of the clearcuts where the fierce scent of Roosevelt is everywhere.

So much more to pack but it really can't happen fully until I am packing my truck. And now I am stuck watching a documentary on this Nadja violinist-chick whose ability to play the solo parts in classical music is tortuously powerful. Just hearing her play I can tell why they are doing a documentary on her. It's mesmerizing actually.

But of course my mind wanders wondering toward the small white towel that is under her chin in one shot. Not a handkerchief, but something specially made to rest sometimes between the chin and the violin's chin-rest. So why does it have to be white? It takes away from the scene of the concerto. Make it an unassuming black so that it doesnt look like half of a cloth diaper.

Brent at Madame Tussaud's?

Okay so I know my bro-in-law opened for the Stones for the last three weeks but I think this photo was taken at the wax museum.

Just kidding, Keith. You still rock really hard. Or is it Keef?



Here's a little shot in Austria:

Watda heck... stupidest firearm ever invented without a truck mount bi-pod or something

Stephen Kretchmer's Brillliant jewelry design

Fitting that I should happen upon this lovely set of golden motorcycle tires on my anniversary yesterday while thumbing through the Robb Report

If Only

If a writer were a free man and not a slave, if he could write what he chose, not what he must, if he could base his work on his own feeling and not upon convention, there would be no plot, no comedy no tragedy, no love interest or catastrophe in the accepted style.  

(Thank you Robert Walser)

Kyudo - Zen Archery Video

he may have found the "self" but he would have missed a freaking Water Buffalo at 20 yds.

Speaking of Archery Season

We will use this "Lazer"

and demand a ransom of one meellyon dollars

the New Old TO DO list

1. Call Mr.Cuong about making a pond or something
-He's not the guy. It's Alfredo from the (local shop). J&T's waterfeature was rebuilt RIGHT.

2. Pull Weeds in Backyard- WAIT! Wife gave me a Carlos for my
birthday and it's done
-Nope I just filled yard debris cans for the last two weeks... again... finally.

3. Plant vegetable garden
-Done. Money. It's in. Now if we can remember to water it- (can't believe it's still producing).

4. Call John Adams re: emblem
-Things seem to be moving in China again (by saying something I just jinxed it.)

5. Clean garage- man this is always on the list, I need to get some
folding tables and bring everything down from the shelves and put
them all away according to groups.
-Got folding tables. One is up and at one time had three different sections of goods... motorcycle, car wash, and a menagerie of articles from around the garage (Mostly the innards of my '97 Ford that was in a box. Figured I should look through it for the first time since I sold my truck last November (yeah -it's August). And by the way , the miscellaneous menagerie has taken over the whole table it seems since it is just another place for us(me) to set something down.

CHINESE ADDAGE- If you clean the space you will fill it with more crap.

6. Wheels for Drill Cart
-So backburner right now

7. Gift Certificate for Lisa- got the certificate just need to set up
the flight time
-We see T tomorrow. Let's set up a dinner plan.

8. Sell Yamaha tomorrow night

9. Clean a space and get the bow down. Get the archery gear together and accounted for.

10. Plan a shed 92" x133" or thereabouts- whatever works out in the final design near there.
-Cinder block and gravel foundation. Tigard S&G sat.morning. CRIPES! I am going to the Met Friday/Sat.

11. Get fishing stuff together for Met. Or should we hit a lake?

12. Check fishing reports (tomorrow) (Summer Steelies on the LowerD yet?)

13. If #12=Yes and #8=$$$ Then it is time to buy an actual Spey reel so I can put the intended line on my switch rod.

My broadheads

Here are some reviews of my broadhead. I looked em up because I was in the garage getting all my gear together and getting stoked.

Hopefully these are around when I have the time and money

1928 Cadillac Limousine