The Donkey Poem
was nothing but despised,
Born a creature low.
Born to bear men’s burdens
And bend my back so low.
Could I ever be of use to Man,
Much exhalted more than I---
Could such a lowly life as mine
Ever touch a thing so high?
Then one day I felt a pull
A stranger led me to the street.
I heard the shouts of many men
And I saw palms before my feet.
(c) 2005 2011 "Christina Walden Ehn"
I read Chesterton’s poem in High School. I
remembered only the last line.
The last line was haunting and beautiful, and hearing it all alone was seriously frustrating for many
years. So I decided to re-write the poem. I often wondered how my poem compared with the original, whoever
wrote it, whatever it said.
I found it. I like my version better.