Pearl Was a Bit of a Whore | Roy H. Williams Marketing
Posted by Roy H. Williams on October 31, 2011
Her oversized sense of protectiveness
Extended to the house a little, too.
We lived on a small rise
At the end of a long driveway.
We would see her asleep on the porch in the sunshine
But when the crunch of tires on gravel reached her ears
She would leap like Wonder Woman off the porch
And race to the far end of the yard,
Barking the whole while,
Careful never to look our way.
She’d bark at the unseen burglar
Then cut and run a different way to
Stop and bark at other phantoms.
The shutting of a car door
Made her look our way, startled,
As if to say, “Oh, you’re back already?
When did you arrive?”
And then she would trot with great pride,
Paws lifted a little too high
Her head swinging back and forth
As if to say, “Aren’t I wonderful?”
“Pearl, you’re wonderful,” I would say
Because she knew her job and I knew mine.
In later years I stepped from the kitchen
Into the garage to see her curled
With a small cat under her foreleg,
It’s head snuggled beneath her chin, friends
The screen door springs closed with a clap
And Pearl lifts her bleary eyes, “What was that?”
She looks up to see me,
With a cat in her bed.
Standing slowly to her feet
Pearl gives a soft “woof,”
The cat, knowing her job, too,
Looks at Pearl,
Then trots out the garage
Pearl gives me one more look
Then chases the cat
To do her duty.
Later, I walk outside
And see Pearl beside the house
In the soft sunshine
500 miles away,
And secretly hope to
See Pearl and the cat
“Since Penelope Noakes of Duppas Hill is gone, there is no one who will ever call me Nellie again.” – An Old Lady in First and Last Things by Richard Hoggart, p. 234. [The original statement is attributed to W.H. Auden by poet Alfred Corn in his book, Autobiographies.]
10,000 more people claim to have been at Truman Capote’s Black and White Ball in 1966 than could possibly have been there. And 10 million more people claim to have been at Woodstock in 1969 than could possibly have been there. The world debut of the astounding new PENDULUM presentation at Wizard Academy is going to be like that, too. You really ought to come if you can. Nov. 15-16. That’s just 2 weeks from now…
ONE MORE THING – If you’ve always planned on attending the Magical Worlds Communications Workshop, the days you’ve been waiting for are Dec. 6th-8th. Believe it or not, rooms are still available in Engelbrect House. And that, mi amigo, is mucho rare.
Pearl Was a Bit of a Whore | Roy H. Williams Marketing
Posted by Roy H. Williams on October 31, 2011
Her oversized sense of protectiveness
Extended to the house a little, too.
We lived on a small rise
At the end of a long driveway.
We would see her asleep on the porch in the sunshine
But when the crunch of tires on gravel reached her ears
She would leap like Wonder Woman off the porch
And race to the far end of the yard,
Barking the whole while,
Careful never to look our way.
She’d bark at the unseen burglar
Then cut and run a different way to
Stop and bark at other phantoms.
The shutting of a car door
Made her look our way, startled,
As if to say, “Oh, you’re back already?
When did you arrive?”
And then she would trot with great pride,
Paws lifted a little too high
Her head swinging back and forth
As if to say, “Aren’t I wonderful?”
“Pearl, you’re wonderful,” I would say
Because she knew her job and I knew mine.
In later years I stepped from the kitchen
Into the garage to see her curled
With a small cat under her foreleg,
It’s head snuggled beneath her chin, friends
The screen door springs closed with a clap
And Pearl lifts her bleary eyes, “What was that?”
She looks up to see me,
With a cat in her bed.
Standing slowly to
 her feet
Pearl gives a soft “woof,”
The cat, knowing her job, too,
Looks at Pearl,
Then trots out the garage
Pearl gives me one more look
Then chases the cat
To do her duty.
Later, I walk outside
And see Pearl beside the house
In the soft sunshine
500 miles away,
And secretly hope to
See Pearl and the cat
“Since Penelope Noakes of Duppas Hill is gone, there is no one who will ever call me Nellie again.” – An Old Lady in First and Last Things by Richard Hoggart, p. 234. [The original statement is attributed to W.H. Auden by poet Alfred Corn in his book, Autobiographies.]
10,000 more people claim to have been at Truman Capote’s Black and White Ball in 1966 than could possibly have been there. And 10 million more people claim to have been at Woodstock in 1969 than could possibly have been there. The world debut of the astounding new PENDULUM presentation at Wizard Academy is going to be like that, too. You really ought to come if you can. Nov. 15-16. That’s just 2 weeks from now…
ONE MORE THING – If you’ve always planned on attending the Magical Worlds Communications Workshop, the days you’ve been waiting for are Dec. 6th-8th. Believe it or not, rooms are still available in Engelbrect House. And that, mi amigo, is mucho rare.