Lord Viking

Lord Viking had his tenth birthday a few days ago. Now he’s all “you can’t tell me what to do, food pourer!” and “I’m an adult now so nyah!”

He took the opportunity this afternoon to be all ginger and tough on the driveway.

“YOU SHALL NOT PASS!” he yelled at the American Quail that passed by.

Seriously, he did.

Going And Staying

                         I

The moving sun-shapes on the spray,

The sparkles where the brook was flowing,

Pink faces, plightings, moonlit May,

These were the things we wished would stay;

        But they were going.

                         II

Seasons of blankness as of snow,

The silent bleed of a world decaying,

The moan of multitudes in woe,

These were the things we wished would go;

        But they were staying.

                         III

Then we looked closelier at Time,

And saw his ghostly arms revolving

To sweep off woeful things with prime,

Things sinister with things sublime

        Alike dissolving.

Thomas Hardy