Lauber Family: Noah's Van

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THERE are hermit souls that live withdrawn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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Saturday, May 2, 2009

Noah's Van

We were gone early the next morning on an errand of utmost importance, to get Hunter his long awaited goats in Bedford and Summer a lamb she desperately wanted.

Of course I was driving the mini van so we brought the box our bee hives came in and a dog crate. Pap loaded us up with lunch, newspaper, water, and some straw, and we were off. Here are the pictures of the livestock loaded minivan. The goats are now named Abigail and Perry and live in the large dog run at the farm. It is perfect. Hunter is out there playing with them all the time. The lamb has been named Oreo and was to live with the goats, but since Perry the baby is only 6 weeks old, Mama was too protective. Oreo lives with Summer's angora rabbit in the barn. She has become very possessive of the rabbit. She cries if the bunny is removed from the pen they share. Summer fits the role of Little Bo Peep very well and may take Oreo to the fair.