Bud the Teacher

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• Ken Allan // Apr 25th 2009 at 1:59 am

  A stoic yet heroic little sparrow
  Rebelliously flew South instead of North,
  But soon late autumn migrant winds brought sorrow
  As all the icy chilling sallied forth.

  Even when the bird turned round to counter
  Those plucky wings soon frosted tip to tip,
  And tumbled through the bitter air of winter
  To fall on farmyard’s cold and stony chip.

  As the shape lay quiet without a flutter
  A brindled cow came ambling by the scene,
  And dropped a rich fermenting pile of matter
  Upon the crumpled body frozen keen.

  Deep within the warm and humid tangle
  A gallant little heart resumed a beat
  And soon the bird with affirmation single
  Made chirping strains of joyous music sweet.

  Alas the farmyard feline prowler stumbled
  Upon this strangely cheeping heap of dung,
  Then fast the happy bird was sorely humbled
  And surely wished that he had never sung.

  The morals are – it’s not always your enemies that put you in the crap – it’s not always your friends who pull you out of it – if you’re happy in crap don’t shout about it

  Ken Allans last blog post..Technology Competency & 21st Century Learners

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• Kevin Hodgson // Apr 25th 2009 at 3:50 am

  Call me Dog

  It started with a mapped out football play (Red Dog)
  where I was the blocker for the runner
  who broke free to score the winning touchdown
  play after play after play,
  gaining all the glory for the hard work that I did
  before swinging me the high five,
  and I was happy.
  Red Dog stayed with me like a leash until college,
  where the taste of alcohol shortens everything,
  including nicknames,
  and Dog was born in the bone yard
  well before the hip-hoppers drawled it out in their rhymes
  and I was happy.
  Dog was wedded to Tracks in the time
  of music recorded in the cramped back rooms
  of apartments, laying down
  the grooves with cheap microphones and
  cassette tapes on a four-track machine
  under the guise of Dogtrax
  and I was happy.
  I still wrap myself up in the Dog
  for my digital identity
  and watch people scratch their heads
  at this grown man with the funny email
  and persona bark out at the world from time to time
  with a wagging tail and trusting eyes
  and, yes, I am still happy.

  Listen to the podcast: http://www.box.net/shared/static/y2x9s4cu6c.mp3

  Kevin Hodgsons last blog post..We Find Love — a song about love

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