Gentle flame dances
Upon unsettled winds
We see the light
It holds our way forward
Shadows will reach us
They tell us its dimming
But still the light glows
It has shown for generations
Twilight always brought tomorrow
Our faith rewarded every time
The flame speaks if we listen
It burns brightest against the dark
These truths are self evident
We are our own masters
But do we stay in the light
Freedom is ours to share
In a land far away, we took apart a great nation. Hundreds of thousands died & were wounded in the hope a nation born to be free could overcome itself. Today, we should look back to see were we came from.
Following the American Civil War, in 1868 the first national observance of a regional traditional event gained ground. Tokens & personal mementos were placed to honor those who lost their lives in battle. Honoring the dead was not an option but the survivors duty to respect ther fallen.
We can not hallow these grounds ad those who came before us gave so much. (paraphrasing here). Whether you have served (thank you) or not, it’s important we remember. Families were shattered to preserve what wer have. I can not, will not participate in the strife of today on this day. We call it Memorial Day on US. Past is forgotten ad it may offend.
Ther Confederate States of America handed is this day (and Department of Justice too). Honor was part of their society, so were other things we don’t wish to carry on.
Thank you to those in harm’s way. We can never repay you for the sacrifices
11. Chanel No. 5
This is your second holiday Wordle list!
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem
The words can appear in an alternate form
Use the words in any order that you like.
Tag: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and Wordle
The midnight kiss as effervescent as the flute of champagne. Only the enchanting invitation of chanel #5 can provide an effect of the golden sparklers to rival her gown. Soon the gala dwindles to two.
From our little house to yours, Merry Christmas. May enduring peace find you when it is most needed.
Osrick looks at the tv. The useless guide sounds through five hundred channels. Nothing satisfies his desire. The room around him is cluttered. His chair is a void in the chaos.
Millie yells into his dark living room. “Come on you’re up all night! Give it a rest! That box didn’t have to be on all the time.”
“Woman, I was up all night. I had a long night working. You know how far I travel for work! Leave me alone!” The voice turns to a growl.
“You’re ass leaves this house…. what once a year. Hell, maybe a couple times. But you are grumpy every time you come back!” Millie’s voice from a far.
“There are some people who get a support staff. Hell, I’m competing against a while damn workshop! Do you see an army of helpers around here? A system of representatives out in the field. .. they relay all the info back to headquarters. The factory spits it out. The fat man jumps in a sled! Really?! Hard life there pal.” Osrick takes a giant drink of a green shake.
“Dear every year. You go on and on. All the same shit. Get over it! I’m your support staff remember!” Her head pops out from around the corner.
“They call me the fucking Easter Bunny. I’m a hare! I hop all around the damn world. No sleigh! Hey, let’s see the fat man carry something without having thumbs! Let’s see him put together the toys himself! I got something for him this year!” He continues
“WHAT DID YOU DO! Oh no. You did something. Osrick I know that tone!” Millie’s ears drop to the side.
Meanwhile at the North Pole…..
“Hey, Murray Santa left these chocolate bites in the sleigh. Good thing we do spring cleaning. Yuck, they aren’t very good! They aren’t any chocolate I ever had before.” Dewey spits out what isn’t chocolate.
The elves look at each other and shuffled.