Old Polish Shepherd’s Song
O Vistula, deep blue river beside forest
beside forest
And I have a bunch of pipes at my belt
At my belt
I will pick a little pipe, we’ll play
We’ll play
My sheep will hear me, it’s time to go
It’s time to go.
At all threshholds of human existence there is a place for ethos and pathos — places of hidden beauty. WM
#136 July-August 2013