Sunday, July 24, 2016

Poetry Sunday

In last Thursday's post, I ruminated on the decline of manners and the bizarre idea in some quarters that the members of a society must be packing heat to be polite. It reminded me of this poem by Elizabeth Bishop ...


For a child of 1918
My grandfather said to me
as we sat on the wagon seat,
"Be sure to remember to always
speak, to everyone you meet."
We met a stranger on foot.
My grandfather’s whip tapped his hat.
"Good day, sir. Good day. A fine day.”
And I said it and bowed where I sat.
Then we overtook a boy we knew
with his big pet crow on his shoulder.
"Always offer everyone a ride;
don’t forget that when you get older,”
my grandfather said. So Willy
climbed up with us, but the crow
gave a "Caw!" and flew off I was worried.
How would he know where to go?
But he flew a little way at a time
from fence post to fence post, ahead;
and when Willy whistled he answered.
“A fine bird,” my grandfather said,
“and he’s well brought up. See, he answers
nicely when he’s spoken to.
Man or beast, that’s good manners.
Be sure that you both always do.”
When automobiles went by,
the dust hid the people faces,
but we shouted ”Good day! Good day!
Fine day!” at the top of our voices.
When we came to Hustler Hill,
he said that the mare was tired,
so we all got down and walked,
as our good manners required.

The Golden Rule still applies, even in the age of Trump. Try it, you'll like it.

Have a good day. More thoughts tomorrow.



Rammer Jammer Yellow Hammer said...

That's a nice poem about manners being important, even to the mare.

eViL pOp TaRt said...

Even be nice to the crow and the mare.

Mike said...

A pet crow... hmmmmm.

Sinner Bob said...

Crows are smart.

Being courteous is smart too,