~Voor Richard~

Richard is vandaag jarig!
Gefeliciteerd Lief!!!

Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,

waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.

I too spend my days grazing,
feasting on every green moment
till darkness calls,
and with the others

I walk away into the night,
swinging the little tin bell
of my name.

~by Ted Kooser~