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
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
Just a Question
So, now that you've got it, what are you going to do with it?
Oh yeah, blame Obama for not getting anything done. Sorry, forgot.