Fiddler's Green... in Honor of those Scouts never to return |
Halfway down the trail to Hell,
In a shady meadow green
Are the Souls of all dead troopers camped,
Near a good old-time canteen.
And this eternal resting place
Is known as Fiddlers' Green.
Marchi...
Posted by on Mon, 01 Jan 2007 00:28:00 GMT |
A Different Christmas Poem |
A DIFFERENT CHRISTMAS POEM The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light, I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight. My wife was asleep, her head on my chest, My daughter beside me, angelic ...
Posted by on Tue, 12 Dec 2006 08:00:00 GMT |
survey .2 |
ultimate myspace survey!YOU YOU YOU...Full Name::John Michael Boss Nicknames::Go by John, Boss, John Michael (for those of you who knew me when i was younger than like 6) Birthplace::Jackson, MI DOB::...
Posted by on Mon, 11 Sep 2006 00:27:00 GMT |
I'm a Soldier... |
Im a soldier....Soldiers come in all shapes, shades, weights, sizes, and states of sobriety, misery, and confusion. He is sly as a fox, has the nerve of a dope addict, the stories of an old sailor, th...
Posted by on Tue, 05 Sep 2006 10:52:00 GMT |
Why we don't care |
The lady that wrote this letter is Pam Foster of Pamela Foster and Associates in Atlanta. She's been in business since 1980 doing interior design and home planning. She recently wrote a letter to a fa...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 02:03:00 GMT |
