away for a bit, back soon, here's a poem

Working this coming week at herding clincs, so will be away (both locally and in Maine for a few days as well). In the meantime, please enjoy our poem for the coming week!

The Summer Sun, by Robert Louis Stevenson

GREAT is the sun,
and wide he goes
Through empty heaven
without repose;
And in the blue
and glowing days
More thick than rain
he showers his rays.

Though closer still
the blinds we pull
To keep the shady
parlour cool,
Yet he will find
a chink or two
To slip his golden
fingers through.

Above the hills,
along the blue,
Round the bright air
with footing true,
To please the child,
to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World,
he goes.