Bonivard. We had a well worn path along our fenceline where that pup ran back and forth. So I named him after the prisoner of Chillon,
Francois Bonivard - Wikipedia
Lord Byrons poem
The Prisoner of Chillon - Wikipedia
[ Eternal Spirit of the chainless Mind!
Brightest in dungeons, Liberty! thou art:
For there thy habitation is the heart—
The heart which love of thee alone can bind;
And when thy sons to fetters are consigned—
To fetters, and the damp vault's dayless gloom,
Their country conquers with their martyrdom,
And Freedom's fame finds wings on every wind.
Chillon! thy prison is a holy place,
And thy sad floor an altar—for 'twas trod,
Until his very steps have left a trace
Worn, as if thy cold pavement were a sod,
By Bonnivard!—May none those marks efface!
For they appeal from tyranny to God.]
I like to think that maybe a little of Bonivards story shaped my own destiny. He was a loyal, dedicated seeker of independence and justice.
( and a bit of an iconoclast)
