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For the past year and a half I've been scribbling poems about the War and the Times in which we live. I've been flattered that some of you have enjoyed them, and I thought that, as we're about to fight for Civilization in the Cradle of Civilization, it might be opportune to collect them together.
May God bless America, our President and leaders, and our troops; may He guide our thoughts and keep us safe, and may He bring true peace to Israel and Jerusalem.
Well said.
I'm sure someone else is going to comment on the fact that you think you're just 'scribbling' stuff down. If you call this scribbling, I can't wait to see what you can come up with by relly trying!
HJ
I li-i-i-ke your scribblings! But the depths of feeling are too much to read at one sitting, so I will be back to read more tonight.
Thanks for the ping.
Thank you.
The Two Towers is a battle hymn.
Now, rebel clerics fan the flaming rabble.
And yet, the Bell of Hope chimes. God, we hear it
Above the evil death-cult's towering babble,
Ringing to our heart, our mind, our spirit.
So to our Towers our streaming faces turn,
Still standing on our bannered City's Hill--
As Root and Branch our enemies can't burn--
As Pen and Sword: the allies of our will.
For God and Country stand our righteous Towers.
The Two are not Jihad's. The Two are ours.
Amen.