October 15th, 2005
Poet's Corner: Reader Request Month special
Grandmother's story of Bunker Hill
(As she saw it from the Belfry)
'Tis like stirring living embers when, at eighty, one remembers
All the achings and the quakings of "the times that tried men's souls";
When I talk of Whig and Tory, when I tell the Rebel story,
To you the words are ashes, but to me they're burning coals.
I had heard the muskets' rattle of the April running battle;
Lord Percy's hunted soldiers, I can see their red coats still;
But a deadly chill comes o'er me, as the day looms up before me,
When a thousand men lay bleeding on the slopes of Bunker's Hill.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. (1809–1894)
spuffylove wanted to see a list that mentioned Bunker Hill. What she's getting instead is a poem that mentions Bunker Hill. Close enough.
Ten random things: Reader Request Month, day 45
Ten things I have bitten:
- An apple
- A cherry-vanilla bagel at Panera earlier today
- My lip
- My fingernails
- Dental x-ray film
- My finger
- A Tootsie Pop
- Packing tape, when I couldn't find a pair of scissors or a boxcutter
- My niece's arm
- An electrical cord that was still plugged into the wall
queenofdenile wanted to see biting fingernails mentioned in a list. I hope this will suffice.
Last year, this was the final day of Reader Request Month. This year, I'm just slightly past the halfway point. Oy with the poodles already!