One sizzling hot summer’s day, an old brown donkey lay in a field that had once been grassy, but was now parched and scorched by the sun. The donkey wanted to find somewhere cool, but the only shade to be found was under a large willow tree that stood in one corner of the field.
The donkey stood and made his way over to the tree, moving slowly, so as not to become too exhausted. As he approached the tree, the donkey was shocked when one of the tree’s heavy boughs swished down to swat at the donkey.
“Stay away!” shouted the tree. This made the donkey back off a little and, when he was safely out of reach of the tree’s branches, he stopped and studied the tree with his big pleading eyes.
‘I only want to share some of your shade’ said the donkey. ‘It is very hot today and the flies are biting and driving me mad’. “You have a tail, don’t you?” said the tree. “What do you think that is for, if not to flick away the flies?”
The donkey thought this over and said, ‘Is that why you have branches, to flick away tired old donkeys?’ “Don’t be silly”, said the tree. “My branches are for stretching out into the sun, so that my leaves can gather in the sunlight to help me grow big and strong.”
‘But in doing so, your branches and leaves create shade beneath, and that costs you nothing ‘, replied the donkey. The tree thought about this for a brief time and then said, “You are right. Something that costs me nothing costs nothing to share. You are welcome to sit beneath my canopy and shade from the sun as much as you like”.
Bye and bye, in return, the donkey lifted his tail and shared his droppings, fertilising the soil beneath the tree and helping it to grow even bigger and stronger. This also cost the donkey nothing.
Category Archives: Moods
The Visitor
Listen if you will in the quiet of the night
To the scraping and scratching of things out of sight
To the noise of blood as it roars in your ears
To the beat of your heart as it measures your fears
Somewhere in the house a clock says tick-tock
Below in the street a key clicks in its lock
The third stair from the top creaks as it might
When stepped on in stealth by something so slight
Then hinges in want of an oil drop or more
Announce a faint shadow at the bedroom door
You turn on a light to see who is there
Not even a dust mote moves in the air
Return to the pillow, try to find sleep
The visitor is gone, no need to weep
The Window of Lucidity
Tossing, turning in a sweat soaked bed
Tugging moist sheets from legs of lead
Cracking an eye to the light of dawn
Another day’s prospect, this new morn
Pulling on socks, trousers, shoes
Tee shirt with logo “What’s to lose”
Brushing teeth that taste of booze
How did I get another new bruise?
What did I eat, it’s hard to remember?
My stomach churning like a blender
Shakily pouring a glass of juice
All this down to alcohol abuse?
Perhaps I should cut back a bit
But can I show the needed grit?
Jut now I have the power to decide
But think tonight, I’ll go with the tide
Reflections by a Window
See, the world is still out there
Beyond the glass and frame
Lit by sun that breaks in here
Warming me the same
Sky shimmers in summer heat
Birds dash about for food
I rest on the window seat
In melancholy mood
I ponder on the happy scene
Of plants and living things
Wondering what it all means
And envy birds their wings
The Waiting Room
Have you noticed?
Waiting room clocks are LOUD!
So are the people who pass outside the door.
Moreover:
Why does the time go so slowly?
And why do the passing conversations seem so trivial?
Putting these things to one side for the moment
The big question is…
Will it actually be worthwhile
Spending this part of my life HERE?
Imagine
Try to imagine this with me
Quiet your mind, let it roam free
Looking out over a calm blue sea
At a foreign shore where you could be
Drift across that peaceful scene
To wave kissed beaches, still pristine
Edged by tall trees in verdant green
No sound but bird song, so serene
There, just there, pause and wait
Relish the moment and aspirate
Here where time is more sedate
Open your soul to a higher state
A Voyage
I’ve sailed a vast dark ocean
With other random souls
Aboard a metal vessel
Ticking one more of my goals
Sea swells fell and lifted slowly
Countless waves rolling past the boat
Blue depths below a mystery
Bright skies beneath we float
Time slowed and hid its passing
Flowing gently as a tide
Groundhog day repeated
Date line across our ride
Thump-thud the beat of life
In engine room and chest
Moving to the future
Ship sailing from the west
Regret
Mark the crashing silence
That fills the pregnant pause
Once unkind words are spoken
Unjustified by cause
Might that said be unsaid
With laughter in its place
If time were more forgiving
Regretting not the case
A sage would counsel caution
Just sorry words to use
Least said, soonest mended;
A worthy phrase to muse
A Toast
Come any who might with me dine
Of choicest foods and finer wine
And know full well that down the line
You too must share this cup of mine
Then do not seek to chide thine host
Instead drink deep that final toast
For that you have you forfeit most
Of what remains you cannot boast
An Empty Shell
I saw a shell upon the shore
And held it to my ear
Sea sounds trapped in muted roar
Waves shushing very near
That vacant home, abandoned now
Held secrets from the deep
I placed it back and sensed somehow
The mysteries it would keep