The Donkey's OwnerRode him astride, feet dangling, near scraping the ground. Gave me the laugh of my life when I first see them, Remembering yesterday - you know, how Pilate come Bouncing along the same road, only that horse of his Big as a bloody house and the armour shining And half Rome trotting behind. Tight-mouthed he was, Looking he owned the world. Then today, Him and my little donkey! Ha - laugh? - I thought I'd kill myself when he first started. So did the rest of them. Gave him a cheer Like he was Caesar himself, only more hearty: Tore off some palm-twigs and followed shouting, Whacking the donkey's behind .... Then suddenly We see his face. The smile had gone, and somehow the way he sat Was different - like he was much older - you know - Didn't want to laugh no more. Chris Sansom Softly and Tenderly |