Some times kismet trumps irony in my life.
There's a middle school right next door to my house.
Normally I get a lot of chip bags and juice boxes in my hedge.
I've recently found some homework 'posted' there by the wind.
I leave them there after I view them, letting the wind decide where they go next.
Someone did a rather nice calligraphy of Invictus. I wish I had taken a picture to share.
Either way the words have been echoing in my head all week.
There's a middle school right next door to my house.
Normally I get a lot of chip bags and juice boxes in my hedge.
I've recently found some homework 'posted' there by the wind.
I leave them there after I view them, letting the wind decide where they go next.
Someone did a rather nice calligraphy of Invictus. I wish I had taken a picture to share.
Either way the words have been echoing in my head all week.
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
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paradigma:
Inspiring....
radiofrank:
Yes - much better than empty chip bags...