Close window This sums it up pretty nicely. MEETING WENDELL BERRY (Tim Grimm) I walked up the mountain to meet the wise man We sat on his porch swatting deer flies, Drinking iced tea in blue glasses A llama stood guard over his cheviot sheep Willing coyotes and mad dogs To rush in for the kill Red poll cattle stared at us as if we were behind the Fence Newborn calf ears waving in the wind Like giant blades of fescue We listened for awhile to the birds And they listened for awhile to us Orioles supplying flying harmonies When i pulled out my guitar and sang of better Days He said he always like a sad song There were three books on the table- A guide to flowers, a guide to trees, And the collected works of Euripedes It was more and less of what I expected We wondered if a racoon could shimmy the martin house pole if it was greased He said steeple, I said staple He said cow snake, I said rat snake But they?re the same things I asked about the hen house He said, ?Four chickens to a rooster Seems about Right? © 2001 Steel Cabinet Publishing BMI Close window