"The field was sodden with the blood of man both slain and dying,
And lo it came the bugle blast and messenger a'flying.
Our hearts were low the end was near, the storm began to weep.
The reaper in the shadows lurked and soon began to creep.
On horse's back the lad he yelled 'move on to victory!
And claim thy right! And join thy fight! The land of Liberty!'
The soldiers rough and tired full peeled up from where they lie.
They carried arms with hearts renewed, and lifted words on high.
Tho musket boomed and bayonets, agleaming pikes of death,
Tho man did fall and cry out loud, I could not hold my breath.
'Oh brotherhood of freedom let me hear your voices, ho!'
We charged with all our love of life and sun began to glow.
The ripped and tattered flag of stars and stripes it lapped the wind.
We felt not of the thorns and rocks that tore and pierced our skin,
And met the red-clad army with our freedom on our tongue,
Through smoke and mortal cries emerged victorious as one!"
--Unknown Soldier--
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Today's Bookshelf, July 3rd, 2010
"Inside the dusty chest above the shelf below the beam,
Whilst gazing through the windows at the thicket to the stream,
Therin lies a human treasure of untold benefit,
Tho none glitters in the wants of ancient alchemists.
Not is it, the profits of the wealthy English coffer.
Nor is it the treasures of fragrances and myrrh.
I reach inside and pull it forth, the parchment cracked and brown,
And blow the dust and lift the lid to read what has been found...
And so the quest it doth begin, I seek the riches fair.
And as the sun begins to set I cannot help but stare.
The words they are more beautiful than any gold, I look,
To the wealth within mine hands, tis nothing but a book."
--Elizabeth Maxwell--
This is a blog featuring aspiring fiction writers who wish to gain exposure. Any genre is invited. If you would like to have excerpts of your manuscript published here and a link provided to your website, or if you have questions, do not hesitate to e-mail: eelizabethmaxwell@gmail.com.
Whilst gazing through the windows at the thicket to the stream,
Therin lies a human treasure of untold benefit,
Tho none glitters in the wants of ancient alchemists.
Not is it, the profits of the wealthy English coffer.
Nor is it the treasures of fragrances and myrrh.
I reach inside and pull it forth, the parchment cracked and brown,
And blow the dust and lift the lid to read what has been found...
And so the quest it doth begin, I seek the riches fair.
And as the sun begins to set I cannot help but stare.
The words they are more beautiful than any gold, I look,
To the wealth within mine hands, tis nothing but a book."
--Elizabeth Maxwell--
This is a blog featuring aspiring fiction writers who wish to gain exposure. Any genre is invited. If you would like to have excerpts of your manuscript published here and a link provided to your website, or if you have questions, do not hesitate to e-mail: eelizabethmaxwell@gmail.com.
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Today's Bookshelf, July 2rd, 2010
"Inside the dusty chest above the shelf below the beam,
Whilst gazing through the windows at the thicket to the stream,
Therin lies a human treasure of untold benefit,
Tho none glitters in the wants of ancient alchemists.
Not is it, the profits of the wealthy English coffer.
Nor is it the treasures of fragrances and myrrh.
I reach inside and pull it forth, the parchment cracked and brown,
And blow the dust and lift the lid to read what has been found...
And so the quest it doth begin, I seek the riches fair.
And as the sun begins to set I cannot help but stare.
The words they are more beautiful than any gold, I look,
To the wealth within mine hands, tis nothing but a book."
--Elizabeth Maxwell--
This is a blog featuring aspiring fiction writers who wish to gain exposure. Any genre is invited. If you would like to have excerpts of your manuscript published here and a link provided to your website, or if you have questions, do not hesitate to e-mail: eelizabethmaxwell@gmail.com.
Whilst gazing through the windows at the thicket to the stream,
Therin lies a human treasure of untold benefit,
Tho none glitters in the wants of ancient alchemists.
Not is it, the profits of the wealthy English coffer.
Nor is it the treasures of fragrances and myrrh.
I reach inside and pull it forth, the parchment cracked and brown,
And blow the dust and lift the lid to read what has been found...
And so the quest it doth begin, I seek the riches fair.
And as the sun begins to set I cannot help but stare.
The words they are more beautiful than any gold, I look,
To the wealth within mine hands, tis nothing but a book."
--Elizabeth Maxwell--
This is a blog featuring aspiring fiction writers who wish to gain exposure. Any genre is invited. If you would like to have excerpts of your manuscript published here and a link provided to your website, or if you have questions, do not hesitate to e-mail: eelizabethmaxwell@gmail.com.
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