Lauber Family

The House By the Side of the Road

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THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn
In the place of their self-content;
There are souls like stars, that dwell apart,
In a fellowless firmament;
There are pioneer souls that blaze the paths
Where highways never ran-
But let me live by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
Where the race of men go by-
The men who are good and the men who are bad,
As good and as bad as I.
I would not sit in the scorner's seat
Nor hurl the cynic's ban-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I see from my house by the side of the road
By the side of the highway of life,
The men who press with the ardor of hope,
The men who are faint with the strife,
But I turn not away from their smiles and tears,
Both parts of an infinite plan-
Let me live in a house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
I know there are brook-gladdened meadows ahead,
And mountains of wearisome height;
That the road passes on through the long afternoon
And stretches away to the night.
And still I rejoice when the travelers rejoice
And weep with the strangers that moan,
Nor live in my house by the side of the road
Like a man who dwells alone.
Let me live in my house by the side of the road,
Where the race of men go by-
They are good, they are bad, they are weak, they are strong,
Wise, foolish - so am I.
Then why should I sit in the scorner's seat,
Or hurl the cynic's ban?
Let me live in my house by the side of the road
And be a friend to man.
Sam Walter Foss
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Wednesday, April 9, 2008

Hunter and a Gold Laced Wyandotte

Here are my chickens. One day old. We had to teach them to drink water and eat today because they never had before. They were in the eggs yesterday. Just after hatching, they got on an airplane and came here! They are buff orpingtons and gold laced wyandottes. They aren't afraid at all and they are so sweet. Summer was sitting here typing to her friends with a chick in her lap. If they are handled well they should be just like pets when they get older. Makes it easier when they escape. They are all getting biddie names so if you have any suggestions that would be great. Garrett is naming one Fannie, I thought Flo and Vera were good options too.