For the Parent of War's Newest Hero:
While pulling that lever for Bush,
Remember how brightly you smiled?
Well, now that you have gotten your wish,
It is my fondest hope that your child,
Whom your love has so fully provided
With good health, a good home, a good heart,
Won't come back from Iraq divided
In several boxes in separate parts...
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Reminds me of the Dorothy Parker poem a bit:
For this my mother kept me warm
And called me home against the storm
And coaxed my infant nights to quiet
And gave me roughage in my diet
And watched me as I sat and stood
That I might grow to womanhood
And hear a whistle and lose my wits
And break my heart to clattering bits.
reminded me of bob dylan's 'john brown'
"Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?
I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.
But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close
And I saw that his face looked just like mine."
Oh! Lord! Just like mine!
"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,
That I was just a puppet in a play.
And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,
And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."
Makes me think of that poem "Flanders Field," but I don't know the words.
In Flanders Fields
By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918)
Canadian Army
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
thank you for reminding me, anne
Hallo I absolutely adore your site. You have beautiful graphics I have ever seen.
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