Thursday, April 12, 2007

Sing a song of freedom,er.. sixpence


The following poem comes from The Peaceable Table.
In these times, many of us are considering the matter of cruelty free eating so it is apt.
It is a little long - but worth it.


FOUR AND TWENTY BLACKBIRDS
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocketful of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked into a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing.
Wasn’t that a dainty dish
To set before the King?
The King got just the piecrust
And really could not say
The dish was very dainty--
For the birds all flew away.
The cooks and maids all chased them
‘Round the royal halls;
The birds just flew much higher
Within the castle walls.
One maid was in the garden
Performing daily chores,
She heard the noise and ran in –
But did not close the doors!
The four and twenty blackbirds
Flew out to open skies.
“The King”, they sang in merry glee
Will not eat blackbird pies!”
The King was very wrathful,
So foolish he had looked;
He vowed that every Blackbird
Would soon be caught and cooked!
The Queen was in the parlor
Eating bread and honey
She heard all this commotion
And thought is wasn’t funny.
She said, “Oh, sire, forgive me,
But I must have my say.
Blackbirds were not meant for pies –
I’m glad they flew away!”
“A bird was meant to soar high
And sing up in a tree.
A man is not the only one
Who wants to live all free!”
The King looked at his loving Queen
Standing brave and tall--
“Her Majesty speaks truly,"
He said to one and all.
It hurt my pride to think that
A bird defied a King:
But Kings and knaves and blackbirds
All share one needful thing.
He called for pen and parchment
And wrote a public order:
"Let none make blackbird pies
Within my kingdom's border!"
He called his palace workers-–
They gathered in the hall--
And then a very handsome plan
He told to one and all.
Now when the Blackbirds heard it
They all began to sing.
Everyone went right to work –
Yes, even the Queen and King.
They sawed and nailed and painted,
They worked the whole day through.
They made each bird a birdhouse
All bright and clean and new.
Each house was snug and cozy
'Gainst winter’s rain and snow.
The four and twenty houses
Were hung up in a row.
The birds were fed the finest grain-
And sometimes blackberry pie;
(This was just on holidays)
And it was made with rye.
Sing a song of sixpence
A pocketful of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds
Fly free up in the sky.
--Betse Streng

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Easter, The Trad Pad and Life

Easter was a subdued occasion at The Trad Pad due to Miss Eagle's descent into illness once again. Suspicion is now centering on an allergy or sensitivity to antibiotics which is to be explored further.

As you have seen, dear Reader, Miss Eagle and herself have placed little preludes to Easter around the Pad. Miss E decided she wanted something like a Tree of Life to celebrate Easter. The Tree of Life is an ancient idea. And Miss E wanted to move away, at least a little, from bunnies and eggs. True, they symbolise new life but, do admit, dear Reader, they are commercialised and over-used.
So Herself set about the execution of the idea. Now, dear Reader, Miss E doubts that we got far enough away from bunnies and eggs, but there are butterflies and beautiful ribbon and the peonies are flamboyant and profligate (and they light up at night).

See what you think!

The Trad Pad Tree of Life


Detail -The Tree of Life

MAY YOU AND YOURS, DEAR READER,

BE RICHLY BLESSED WITH THE HOPE AND ENERGY OF NEW LIFE

AT THIS EASTERTIDE

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