Friday, March 1, 2013

The Escapees--By Jan Oskar Hansen--Portugal

The Escapees

The goat by the wayside had sun flecked eyes
rhombus brown pupils… and silky white wool.
But it was not alone, together with a donkey
that had brown eyes which exuded endless
patience, and long lashes; they both were on
the way to town where a circus said it needed
more animals and promised hay, dry straw
to sleep on and fame. But knew, as I heard
an ohm of a plane overhead, that it is difficult
to find your way back home and remembered
my mother watering plants on the window sill
while I was biking up and down the road
showing off. I took the animals back to the farm
the agrarian was glad to see them, the goat was
his pet, the donkey too now that he had a blue
tractor, yet both make the domestic landscape
more picturesque.

Jan Oskar Hansen is a published poet from Portugal.


  1. Cute story - yes, sometimes we are safer at home. They say the grass is always greener - maybe it isn't. Nice reading...


  2. Thank you, Phyllis Babcock, for the following comment:

    Jan--Animals are good escape artists as this delightful poem says.

  3. Jan -

    There's no place like home. baaaah