Friday, October 23, 2009


O guard, dear pan, so great and wise.
All little beasts with frightened eyes
Who sniff and scrabble in the night
Then scurry off alive with fright.
Hide them in burrow, nest or den
Far from the gins and traps of men.
They ask so little, only these;
Grain from the farmer, mouldy cheese,
A wormy apple in the grass
And nuts for winter store, alas,
How they are hunted out of hand
All up and down their noisy land!
O guard, dear Pan, so great and wise,
All little beast with frightened eyes.

Beulah May.


  1. I love this delicate arrangement of small animals breaking into life. I love the poem, too--it is so very spritely.

  2. Oh my, this just is so wonderful and lifelike. God has given you such a gift. Do you have miniature casts of your work? I know of a lot of people that would love your talented art on their mantles, shelves, displayed with joy and pride. New Life, such Joy and amazement. Blessings to you and yours. Love and Light, Nina P.