Saturday, September 08, 2012

Poem a Day VIII

Highlands

No promise are we given
of a gentler time to come;
already in the highlands
can be heard the beating drum.
It calls to war and heartache,
and it calls to beating heart
to rise up, sword uncovered,
to defend the better part.
The smoke on the horizon
with malice darkly grows:
the flames of homes on fire
and of townships that we know
trampled by marauders,
the youths and maidens slain,
the massing of an enemy
across an endless plain.
The world is set against us
but we must rise to the fight
with no hope of any winning
to save our claim and right,
and I must journey with them
to march this path of gloom,
our children with our swords
to save from coming doom.
So may I save another
if myself I cannot save!
And when I die with honor,
lay a rose upon my grave.
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Larry Bailey
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24 months ago

Thankfully the kid was in a child seat in that van.

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Troggy
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24 months ago

happy ending

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bulwinkle
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24 months ago

the wheels on the bus go round and round...

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theymusthatetesla
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24 months ago

....I'll say it again!....they ALWAYS hit their target!....ALWAYS!

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Htos1av
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24 months ago

When there are BILLIONS, the millions to one odds fall quickly...

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George Spelvin
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24 months ago

I'm gonna use that and claim it as my own.

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Harold Flax
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24 months ago

It wus undiedentified flywing slosser.

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SloppyJoe
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24 months ago

The lyrics to the song are:
"Rollin' along. Chingin' a chong. Hittin' up the waterpipe, ringin' the gong".

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Plato
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24 months ago

Someone has got to tell these stupid Chinamen that it is RIGHTY TIGHTY, LEFTY LOOSEY and find a way to make it stick!

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Plato
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24 months ago

Nah the Theme from Born Free would be cooler.