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In Flanders Fields

29720194This poem was written by John McCrae during WWI  during the early days of the Second Battle of Ypres in Belgium. One of his best friends , Lt Alexis Helmer of Canada was killed and he started writing this no famous Pom th next day.This was the first time chemicals were used in warfare- perhaps one of the first.

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

Scare 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 he break faith with us who die

We shall not sleep, though poppies grow

In Flanders Fields.

May 1915

The photo is my father, Kennith Culbreth while he served in the Navy during WWII

 

 

 

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Brown Penny By William Butler Yeats

img_0115I whispered,’ I am too young.’

And then,  ‘I am old enough.’

Wherefore I threw a penny

To find out if I could love.

‘Go and love, go and love, young man,

If the lady be young  and fair.

O, penny,brown penny, brown penny,

I am looped in the loops of her hair.

O, love is the crooked thing.

There is nobody wise enough,

To find out all that is in it,

For he would be thinking of love,

Till the stars had run away,

And the shadows eaten the moon.

Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny,

 

 

 

 

 

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Swirling Leaves of Autumn

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The wind shakes my car as I round the curve
Autumns leaves twirl around me in symphony
Yesterday, the mountains were green
Today, they are a rainbow of yellows and reds

I hear the sound of children playing
They laugh as they whirl in autumn leaves
Yesterday went so quickly, today, in a flash is gone
I wonder if I even have a tomorrow –

Or am I just an autumn leaf?

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Casey Ball- hometown music you will love!

Casey sings, plays a banjo, guitar etc and a harmonica all in the same tribute songs. These songs will bring back some great memories- take a few minutes and listen!

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Comin’ Home- Lynyrd Skynyrd


One of my favorite Lynyrd Songs. It is simply filled with soulful Longing!

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Enjoy a Fall poem and Help me Identify this flower!

imageI planted a package of wild flower seeds and after a long, dry spring, I am enjoying these large, beautiful orange flowers. They are about four feet tall, with multiple flowers and rather large leaves. The flowers look rather like cosmos, but the plant stems and leaves are much larger. Does anyone know what they are called?

I learned this poem in fifth grade and have never forgotten it. I am sure I could find the author if I looked it up, but since today (August 31) is my son’s birthday, and I have always considered the poem to be about today, because it is named, “September”..I will share it now.

September

A road like brown ribbon,

A sky that is blue,

A forest of green with that sky peeping thru.

Asters, deep purple,

A grasshoppers call-

Today, it is summer,

Tomorrow, it’s fall!

 

 

 

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Red., White and Blue by Lynyrd Skynyrd

Red White and Blue
We don’t have no plastic L.A. Frynds,
ain’t on the edge of no popular trend.
Ain’t never seen the inside of that magazine GQ.
We don’t care if you ‘re a lawyer, or a texas oil man,
or some waitress busting ass in some liquor stand.
If you got Soul
We hang out with people just like you
My hair’s turning white,
my neck’s always been red,
my collar’s still blue,
we’ve always been here
just trying to sing the truth to you.
Yes you could say
we’ve always been,
Red, White, and Blue
Ride our own bikes To Sturgis
we pay our own dues,
smoking camels, drinking domestic BREWS
You want to know where I have been
just look at my hands
Yeah, I’ve driven by the White House,
Spent some time in jail.
Momma cried but she still wouldn’t pay my bail.
I ain’t been no angel,
But even…

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