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On the side of a hill in the deep forest green, tracing a sparrow on snow-crested ground,
blankets and bedclothes the child of the mountain sleeps unaware of the clarion call.
On the side of a hill, a sprinkling of leaves washes the grave with silvery tears,
a soldier cleans and polishes a gun.
War bellows, blazing in scarlet battalions, generals order their soldiers to kill
and to fight for a cause they've long ago forgotten

Friday, March 14, 2008

Another Story for Another Writer

Hey, all around great guy Todd Wheeler has got another one out there. And with that second link you can read it online. Congrats Todd. Sure, it's not genre, but hey, everybody has a past, right?

2 comments:

Todd Wheeler said...

Thanks Steve!

Yeah, I've got a lot of past on floppy disks in a proprietary format for a Panasonic word processor/typewriter. Hopefully they'll stay past.

Steve Buchheit said...

No worries, Todd. You might want to convert those while you can. You just never know when you're going to need it.