'Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you with failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.'
'Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you with failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high.'
Weekly Roundup from ‘Abandon All Hope’ Farm:
Let’s see. It’s been raining. And storming. And raining. And storming! 4” of rain in the past two days, and more to come tomorrow. Bad winds earlier in the week. We’re OK, but a lot of trees and out buildings down with straight-line winds. Good friends had their horse barn collapse and not one of the horses was hurt, which is a miracle in itself! We had three trees fall on fence lines surrounding pasture and crop land, but Beau made quick work of those with the chain saw.
Puppies have their eyes open, now. Taylor is still doing an excellent job of being Mama Dog...grateful for that!
I am going to attempt getting my tomatoes in today - it’s not gonna be fun, but it’s GOT to be done. Mud. Ugh. At least I’m Wash & Wear, LOL!
Graduation Party tomorrow for a neighbor girl - Thunderstorms predicted; poor Paige! But, we’ll go for her sake as will everyone else invited. What’s NOT fun about a soggy day with others spent in the garage? ;)
Beau is finding tons of Golden Oyster mushrooms on dead and dying Elm trees. Today we need to clean and seal them and into the freezer. They are not my favorite, but Beau loves them - he loves ANY form of Free Food. ;)
Anyhow, hitting it early today so I can get SOMETHING accomplished in the garden beds.
I can still see it written on the blackboard to our right in 5th grade. It was powerful then. Still is.
Father was trained in the army by WWI veterans. Many of his poems cover that period.
The Convent of the Guns
The Daily Maroon
Oct 18, 1828
Our clean curved mouths are cold and dead.
Our polished skin is marred.
Our tawny thighs are thick with dirt,
Dinted, cut, and scarred;
Our day is done! But once!
Our open mouths blazed Deaths’ caress
Our tongues with steel were tipped!
Ah! Bitter spinsters were we then
As we slashed and cut and ripped;
Our youth was filled with lovers
All laughing, joyous boys
Who stroked our slim, proud beauty
Their latest, deadly toys.
Then clean and fresh and polished
We went forth with the Dead
The living, lovely happy lads
Whose last touch, dyed us red.
But supplanted like all harlots
By the newer fresher one
We turned to rest and quiet
As our kind have always done,
With a printed tag about our throats
To inform our lovers’ sons
We’re an Ordanance Exhibition
The Convent of the Guns!
El Tigre.
The Zero Hour
Daily Maroon - Nov 2, 1928
Grey stars agleam in a blank, dead sky
Grey guns agrowl below.
Grey clad men out beyond the wire.
Grey fields in the star-shells glow.
The barrage is a pounding symphony
That ears attuned cannot hear.
There’s something flicking the parapet
There’s something above you fear!
Not fear of “stopping one” above,
Or fear for the man beside.
There’s something flicking the parapet
There’s a fear that you cannot hide.
“Stand By!” The rifle is cool in your hand
And your heart pounds hard and quick.
There’s something flicking the parapet
Number Three of the squad is sick.
The rifle hurts the palm of your hand
Like gripping a stiff wire brush
There’s something flicking the parapet
“Walk slow through the wire, then rush!”
The whistle! The ladders! Up over the edge!
And your legs seem stiff and sore.
There’s something flicking the parapet
Number Three is sick no more!
Grey stars agleam in a blank dead sky
Grey guns agrowl below.
Grey faces turned to the glowing stars
Where men lie dead in a row.
El Tigre.
At this peaceful 6-acre site in Waregem, Belgium, rest 368 of our military dead who gave their lives in liberating the soil of Belgium in World War I. Headstones surround a white stone chapel. Its altar is of black and white Grand Antique marble, with flags draped on each side; above it is a crusader's sword outlined in gold. Forty-three names are inscribed on the Walls of the Missing.
I'm of the mind now that it will get done when it gets done. I've been neglecting other things.
I have been following the DarkHorse podcast since the beginning of COVID and found there IS common ground between some more liberal types & people like me (staunchly conservative). Bret & Heather are admittedly liberals, but they listen & discuss & admit when they are wrong. We certainly don’t agree on everything, but they do not demonize people who don’t agree with their points of view - surprisingly, for self-proclaimed liberals, many of their viewpoints align with conservative values. They are also evolutionary biologists so when they get to the ‘natural’ world topics, the discussions are particularly fascinating.
Bret interviewed Ben Davidson while the solar storms were going on. The subject is fascinating, but I have to admit knowing what is going on with earth & the other planets is scary as all get out. Hint: it’s not Bill Gates’ & Lurch Kerry’s version of ‘climate change’, not even close.
So watch if you’re interested and/or want to be informed. Ben is not a ‘conspiracy theorist’ - Bret reviews his credentials at the top of the podcast. If you are already a prepper or inclined to be one, Ben has comments on the topic near the end of the podcast. He also leaves us with ‘hope’.
https://rumble.com/v4ucpc6-apocalypse-when-ben-davidson-on-darkhorse-live.html