'Tis sweet to hear the watch-dog's honest bark
Bay deep-mouthed welcome as we draw near home;
'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark
Our coming, and look brighter when we come;
'Tis sweet to be awaken my the lark,
Or lull'd by falling waters; sweet the hum
Of bees, the voice of girls, the song of birds,
The lisp of children, and their earliest words.
(from Don Juan)
I got this poem from a collection of poems titled Four Feet and Two: An anthology of verse by Leila Berg.
I am not really into animals, and got this little book to read to my girls (all kids love animals).
One good thing that has come from my "Poetic Sundays" posts is that to contribute, I of course have to read poetry. I have always liked poetry, but with my busy life, sitting around reading poems like some privileged Jane Austin character seemed a little indulgent, a time-waster.
Now, I have a purpose.
I enjoy coffee, verse, and couch, after the frenzy of church, lunch distribution and clean-up, and nap-time routine.
I chose this particualr poem because I idenified with the small but profound comforts to be found at home, and with family, and nature itself.
Routines, far all its dull burdens, actually, when you take a step back, bring much comfort.
I am a strong and out-spoken advocate of the importance of routine and consistency with children.
Lately I have felt the prick of doing that for husband as well.
(dont they just love it when you welcome them home with a smile, hardy kiss, and ask how their day was, listening to the response for more than 4 seconds…i'm not good at this)
I hope this poem makes you treasure all the comforts and blessings of hearth, home, and family.
There are many poor souls who would give anything for the things that we, if we are to honest, spend more time complaining about, then we do being thankful for.