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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

Saturday, January 31, 2009

Submissions going snicker-snack.

After consideration "Scrimshaw Man" is off to Jabberwocky. The choice was made by both prior reputation and reading period closings (Jabberwocky closes tomorrow). Good luck little poem.

Now it's time to gyre and gimble in the wabe. My borogoves are all mimsy and the mome raths are outside outgrabing the squirrels.

4 comments:

vince said...

I don't think I've ever seen mome raths outside outgrabing squirrels.

Best of luck with "Scrimshaw Man."

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Vince, well, the squirrels in my yard are the sharpest sticks in the crayon box, if you know what I mean. They're quite able to get around some of my anti-squirrels on the feeders measures (although I've kept them off the main feeders this year, they've only been plaguing the platform). I have great fun messing with their little minds. I judge my efforts by how far they run before stopping. Sometimes I get them to go all the way back to the farm behind us.

camillealexa said...

Good luck with Jabberwocky! That looks like an interesting market.

Steve Buchheit said...

Thanks Camille. And you know, I just figured out that Rag-a-Bag has been a A&A for over a year now. I think it's getting time to query.