Hello to all

Posted to keep in theme with mayonaise's
profile word, "VILE" and poetry night.

Poem by Sir Walter Scott

"Breathes there the man with soul so dead
Who never to himself hath said,
This is my own, my native land!
Whose heart hath ne’er within him burned,
As home his footsteps he hath turned
From wandering on a foreign strand!
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,

The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonored, and unsung."

Gives me a chill everytime, but I love it
and keep it as a reminder.

Sad news
running bird's work friend tragically
died in a plane crash wednesday night.

Her first MCR concert, they went together.
It sealed her love for the band.

What to say to youth and the cruel reality of death?

MCR sings a good message;
"We'll carry on though your dead and gone believe me
Your memory will carry on."

goodnight to all`sc
March 1, 2008 3:15 AM