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originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: putnam6
Gotta give some attribution:
Tom Gray's Dream
by Retta M. Brown or J. W. Pruitt or No Attribution.
Now that is a very interesting poem.
You see God made a real nice cozy world for us to live in oh, but someone messed that all up.
Whatsoever therefore is consequent to a time of Warre, where every man is Enemy to every man; the same is consequent to the time, wherein men live without other security, than what their own strength, and their own invention shall furnish them withall. In such condition, there is no place for Industry; because the fruit thereof is uncertain; and consequently no Culture of the Earth; no Navigation, nor use of the commodities that may be imported by Sea; no commodious Building; no Instruments of moving, and removing such things as require much force; no Knowledge of the face of the Earth; no account of Time; no Arts; no Letters; no Society; and which is worst of all, continuall feare, and danger of violent death; And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short.
originally posted by: pthena
a reply to: Lazarus Short
That poem is great!
The implication being that what it takes to avoid that train is giving up drinking oneself into oblivion.
But hey, if the worse comes to worst,
A proper mental attitude can take you far.
Far as in The Far Side.
And there sat Sam, looking cool and calm,
in the heart of the furnace roar;
And he wore a smile you could see a mile,
and he said, "Please close that door.
It's fine in here, but I greatly fear
you'll let in the cold and storm--
Since I left Plumtree, down in Tennessee,
it's the first time I've been warm".
There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
I cremated Sam McGee.
The Cremation of Sam McGee
"And in that glorious day
when we join our beloved source
let it be that none will say
we could have changed our course
if only we knew to pray."