And the prayer, which my mouth is too full to express,
Swells my heart that thy shadow may never be less,
That the days of thy lot may be lengthened below,
And the fame of thy worth like a pumpkin-vine grow…
– John Greenleaf Whittier
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~ by shantam on November 21, 2007.
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Beautiful feathers. Most things are beautiful if you look at them in the right way.
Isn’t he magnificent? The Heritage ‘Narragansett’ breed with all his plumed glory… beautiful birds and interesting to watch.
Cheers-