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There are hermit souls that live withdrawn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. by Sam Walter Foss As I sat looking out the window this morning, after I checked on the critters and let the chickens out, I thought back on the year so far here at Nestle Inn Bed & Breakfast.
I had the wonderful opportunity to meet new guests, and make new friends. It is always a pleasure to talk with people about why they visit the little town of Beaverton, and to hear about their lives elsewhere. I can't think of a better business to travel where I don't even have to leave the house. There were newborns this year at the Nestle Inn ranging from small and large. Day-old chicks were purchased in May to become laying pullets in September. With the new flock on it's way that meant that the "old ladies" could be used elsewhere, such as in soup. Rooster still has yet to gather his new ladies together like he should, but I'm sure he will. Rocky, the other rooster, found a new home with his own flock of hens. Last I heard he was doing well. There were baby bunnies, and more baby bunnies. The last two bunnies born were fathered by Gizmo, the Angora rabbit. And then there is Sarah. Sadie gave birth to her little kid on September 25th. She has been a pleasure every single day. I wish I had half the energy she has. And talk about energy! I'm watching the pullets in the yard scavenge for bugs and such. And it seems whenever they want to travel from one part of the yard to the next they are in such a hurry, running and flying; as if there isn't much time left to get to where they're going. It's amazing how much I get to see and witness just sitting here looking out the window. |
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