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ARTHUR ST. CLAIR
Shirley Iscrupe
Arthur St. Clair, Ligonier Valley’s most famous citizen of Revolutionary times, was born in Thurso, Caithness, Scotland, in 1734. As a young man he joined the 60th (Royal American) Regiment of Foot to fight in Canada against the French.
After marriage to a niece of the governor of Massachusetts, he served as an agent of the Penn family interests in western Pennsylvania, and as civil commandant of the decommissioned British fort at Ligonier. At the outbreak of hostilities with the English, St. Clair was commissioned as a (more…)
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“SINGING MY VICTORY SONG”
Della Spearman
| Going to do the Lord’s battle today
Taking my buckler, sword and shield,
Armed with my worship odes and poems,
There’s an arsenal of inspiring praise songs.
I’m looking at Jehosophat as my guide,
And I’m stretching out on obedient faith
Marching to (more…) |
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HALF-PAST
Erin York
The shadows br e a th e that it’s
Half-past noon again.
They whisper wisdom
From mouths with no teeth,
Hands {clapping} in not-so-silent encore
Of the sun’s demise (more…)
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THE EXECUTION
OF THE
REINCARNATED EDGAR ALLEN POE
R. D. Carpenter
“Father, you are the dignitary of the church responsible for the confessions of the condemned, are you not? You come at such a late moment. I assume your late arrival to be a trepidation resulting from your callow experience with matters of such necrology.
“Father, I can infer by your face—your sweet, innocent, and surprisingly young face—that my behavior confounds your senses, your genial innocence, your intellectual curiosity. Be not hesitant in your inquisitiveness, indulge your hunger and feast upon my depth. Allow me to evince my predicament for your extrapolation of the said enigma before you.
“At first the beast existed only in (more…)
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DESOLATE AIR
Erin York
The smell of yellow roses and stale seaweed ache,
Potent in the beach cabin
Pots and pans catch rain
From the caved-in roof
Shingles, half-buried in wet sand, leak,
Their color smearing the ground.
Rivulets of water
Splash up from under
Broken boards, reach out to touch the (more…)
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MIME
Erin York
She watches as
Her life parades
In yellow and green,
No (more…)
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THE LIFE (AND DEATH) CYCLE OF THE ICE CREAM SODA
Erin York
Birth of the ice cream soda
Into a frosted glass
The busiest drink
Trying to devour
Its confines and escape
Burning and fizzing,
Jumping and whizzing
Down a (more…)
The Hunter is Caught
Tags: Birds, Commentary, Latest post, Life, Nature, Owl, Owl caught in deer netting, Owl poem, Poem, Poetry
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THE HUNTER IS CAUGHT
Bo Brocious
SO FOCUSED
SO QUICK AND
OH! SO SKILLED
TOO LATE!
CAUGHT BY SOMETHING UNKNOWN
“HOW DARE THEY TOUCH
MY MAGNIFICENT FEATHERS!”
WHAT POWER he must have had
LARGE BLACK OWL EYES FOLLOW
The furry little fellow
Running thru the dried leaves
CAUGHT IN THE CLAWS OF THE
UNKNOWN
MERCY IS GRANTED
FEATHERS ON THE WIND!!!!
SO FOCUSED
SO QUICK and
OH! SO SKILLED
This poem was inspired by the entrapment of an owl as reported in the post, It’s Been an Animal Day (direct link: http://carolyncholland.wordpress.com/2009/11/08/its-been-an-animal-day/ ).
Photos of the owl can be viewed by clicking on the following links:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolyncholland/4085249240/ & http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolyncholland/4085248082/in/photostream/ & http://www.flickr.com/photos/carolyncholland/4085247888/in/photostream/
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JASMINE & JEWEL — A DOVE STORY Part 1
THE SNITTY CAT LIKES PUMPKIN PIE?
THE KILLER KITTEN
CAT by Brendan K.
GRANDKITTY
HEIDI
LOSS AND LOVE
SHALIMAR
The “Meow” Chorus: A cat symphony on a Greyhound Bus
WHAT RIGHTS DO CATS HAVE, I ASK