To all of you...My computer and household are finally running as they should.
Schmoop and I wish you a very safe and very Happy 4th of July.
While I have to work tonight...
Schmoop and I are going to be spending Saturday at Marte's house enjoying a two kegger.
I hope you all have as much fun as we plan on having, and I leave you with this...
My dad wrote the following poem as part of his second book and a play (Two Hundred Summers) that he wrote.
It's titled, Bicentennial, July 4th, 1976...
The gates are open
somber, still;
the blade-grass quivers
on the hill.
A single robin
claims the crest;
the flowers in summer hues
are dressed.
The weathered columns
all look down
on marble slabs
that kiss the ground.
The names and dates
are graven deep,
two hundred summers
lie asleep.
The crowd is silent
standing there;
a priest intones
a solemn prayer.
The speaker dwells
on death and life,
and speaks of distant
drum and fife.
The chapel bell
in memory rings;
the choir, stirring
anthem sings.
The benediction's
slowly read;
the crowd departs,
the amen's said.
The hallowed ground
seeks love and rest,
for those it seals
within its breast;
July's green hills
their echoes keep;
two hundred summers lie asleep.
Jack Mahoney (C)1981
Have a great 4th everyone...And by the way...The rug burns left on Schmoop's knees from the new carpet are so Salvador Dali-like.
Cheers!!
