tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post114737671900850632..comments2023-12-29T10:13:54.118-07:00Comments on <center>Walled-In Pond</center>: Woody (Tokin Librul/Rogue Scholar/ Helluvafella!)http://www.blogger.com/profile/09205896988142798901noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post-1147923544004777802006-05-17T21:39:00.000-06:002006-05-17T21:39:00.000-06:00Hallo I absolutely adore your site. You have beaut...Hallo I absolutely adore your site. You have beautiful graphics I have ever seen.<BR/><A HREF="http://2246.bivm.info/" REL="nofollow">»</A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post-1147639760711115832006-05-14T14:49:00.000-06:002006-05-14T14:49:00.000-06:00In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McC...<B>In Flanders Fields</B> <BR/>By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-1918) <BR/>Canadian Army <BR/><I>IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow <BR/>Between the crosses row on row, <BR/>That mark our place; and in the sky <BR/>The larks, still bravely singing, fly <BR/>Scarce heard amid the guns below. <BR/><BR/>We are the Dead. Short days ago <BR/>We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, <BR/>Loved and were loved, and now we lie <BR/>In Flanders fields. <BR/><BR/>Take up our quarrel with the foe: <BR/>To you from failing hands we throw <BR/>The torch; be yours to hold it high. <BR/>If ye break faith with us who die <BR/>We shall not sleep, though poppies grow <BR/>In Flanders fields.</I> <BR/><BR/><BR/>thank you for reminding me, anneWoody (Tokin Librul/Rogue Scholar/ Helluvafella!)https://www.blogger.com/profile/09205896988142798901noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post-1147622754741123412006-05-14T10:05:00.000-06:002006-05-14T10:05:00.000-06:00Makes me think of that poem "Flanders Field," but ...Makes me think of that poem "Flanders Field," but I don't know the words.Anne Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18083739996560380258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post-1147404845346043022006-05-11T21:34:00.000-06:002006-05-11T21:34:00.000-06:00reminded me of bob dylan's 'john brown'"Oh, and I ...reminded me of bob dylan's 'john brown'<BR/><BR/><I>"Oh, and I thought when I was there, God, what am I doing here?<BR/>I'm a-tryin' to kill somebody or die tryin'.<BR/>But the thing that scared me most was when my enemy came close<BR/>And I saw that his face looked just like mine."<BR/><BR/>Oh! Lord! Just like mine!<BR/><BR/>"And I couldn't help but think, through the thunder rolling and stink,<BR/>That I was just a puppet in a play.<BR/>And through the roar and smoke, this string is finally broke,<BR/>And a cannon ball blew my eyes away."</I>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10928393.post-1147378152209493662006-05-11T14:09:00.000-06:002006-05-11T14:09:00.000-06:00Reminds me of the Dorothy Parker poem a bit:For th...Reminds me of the Dorothy Parker poem a bit:<BR/><BR/>For this my mother kept me warm<BR/>And called me home against the storm<BR/>And coaxed my infant nights to quiet<BR/>And gave me roughage in my diet<BR/>And watched me as I sat and stood<BR/>That I might grow to womanhood<BR/>And hear a whistle and lose my wits<BR/>And break my heart to clattering bits.Hecatehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09291488568404382739noreply@blogger.com