THE DONKEY POEM by Paula Blanch

Don’t waste your time young lady, she heard the farmer say.
That donkey, well he’s stupid; they’re all just born that way.
“He’s slow to move, can take no load in buggy or in sack,
the only thing he’s good for is a whip across the back.”

But the young girl, she knew different,
she could sense it in her heart
She would take the donkey home with her
and give him a new start.
So the farmer took her money and handed her the reins.
Good riddance to bad rubbish, mules would always be the same.

Ten years of hurt and ignorance and callous disregard,
would need to be forgiven, and left there in the past.

As the young girl walked the donkey home,
there was no need for speech
Their hearts and minds and souls were joined,
the silence had been breached.

For love can work great magic if you give it but a chance
stooped heads will rise, old dreams come true, and broken hearts will dance.

This story is no different from many I have heard.
It teaches of the power of touch and gently spoken words.
The young girl, now a woman, with children of her own,
still loves this dusy donkey, she first brought to her home.

You see, the donkey symbolizes critters everywhere,
     that never get to share their gifts or know that humans care.
Through history, their lives have been
     all service, toil and scorn,
A million miles of pain laid out
     along the paths they’ve worn.

Sandra Pady, Founder

3 thoughts on “THE DONKEY POEM by Paula Blanch”

  1. Thank you Sandra so much for standing in stead for the sweet creatures who could not nor cannot speak out their need for themselves. You have done God’s work by your life’s work.
    Bless you!

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