i miss you.... - 2003-06-15 "Agreeance?" - 13 June 2003 death - 13 Jun Yo - 2003-03-23 Hello? - 2002-12-17 |
Describe your favorite holiday and season for us in scents and colors. (or just a time or place you love, if you don't care for either of those topics.) Sara sez: Red, white and blue right outside my front door. To my left is a rusted triangular-shaped wind chime, with a heart-shaped pendulum dangling from it. [I bought it in San Francisco.] The leaves are almost entirely off the trees at this point. A few survivors hang stubbornly to their limbs, refusing to leave home. I crunch down the walk, ruining the beauty in God's brown and yellow and red fall leaves. It's a shame to smash the leaves, but the crisp sound of the leaves breaking under the pressure of my foot, grinding into the sidewalk, create a mosaic of autumn beauty. Red, white and blue as I drive my [red] car beyond our houses. Red, white and blue [and yellow] at the United States Marine Corps door next to us. Red, white and blue up our street past the [white] patriots. Red, white and blue down our street past the [black] patriots. Red and white and blue. Attached to garages. Attached to fences. Attached to homes. [To hearts.] I bleed white and blue [and red] this day. I cry white and red [and blue] tears. I pray an honest [and pure], white, prayer. My mind is heavy. [Black.] My heart [red, with white and blue spots] is miles of emotion away. I stare at [white] crosses in the ground. Major and General and Sergeant. Colors of skin and hair and eyes [all with translucent souls], below my feet. And in [little pink] houses somewhere flags fly and families remember. I whisper "thank you"s that hang hollow in the air. [And sometimes come back to me, forcing salty water out of my eyes and into my mouth.] Whisper, "We miss you." And on that cool Monday in November, year after year I love my country better and deeper and harder than the day before. And I love the ones who loved my country more than I do. Enough to die for Enough to give me red, white and blue speech.
'til next time,
2207 hrs @ 10 Feb |
"But we in it shall be remember'd; we
few, we happy few, we
band of brothers
; for he
today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,
this day shall gentle his condition: and gentlemen in England now a-bed shall
think themselves accused they were not here, and hold their manhoods cheap
whiles any speaks that fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day."
William Shakespeare |