Sit and rest for a moment - cool off - and enjoy a brief respite from tennis as you peruse poems, shorts and other musings courtesy of Louise Vallas ... a Tennis Pensacola Mom. :-)
April '09
The Donkey
When forests walked and fishes flew and figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood, then, surely, I was born.
With monstrous head and sickening bray and ears like errant wings -
The devil's walking parody of all four-footed things:
The battered outlaw of the earth of ancient crooked will;
Scourge, beat, deride me - I am dumb - I keep my secret still.
Fools! For I also had my hour -
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout around my head and palms about my feet.