Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Ok be proud of me I actually bought and read a book within two days!! Since the Hubby and I have been together my reading of books has died off a bit. In the 7 years we have been together I have read a total of 4 books. I know, I know it’s sad. I love to read, I just haven’t felt like I’ve had the time or whatever to do so. But I bought a cute little mystery on Sunday called “Laced” by Carol Higgins Clark and finished it up last night. It’s a lighthearted mystery that takes place in Ireland. Just the kind of book I needed to get me back into the swing of things. I had other books that peaked my interest more when I was at the bookstore but this one wasn’t extremely long and was cheap. And anymore cheap is my favorite thing. So instead of paying almost $30 for a hardback novel I wanted to get I paid $2 for this one and I was very pleased. I think I’m going to go root through Coyote Mikes book collection one of these days and borrow a few from him. I have been interested in a few that he has told me about, so I will now use him as a new personal library!! Thanks Mike!! So maybe if I can start reading maybe a book every week or two it will give me some new posts too. I can try my hand at giving a book review or something. I’ll write one on this book when I get the time. In the meanwhile I will leave you with one of my favorite poems…it was written by General George S. Patton who was a brilliant General and a very intelligent human being.

by Gen. George S. Patton, Jr.

Through the travail of the ages,
Midst the pomp and toil of war,
Have I fought and strove and perished
Countless times upon this star.

In the form of many people
In all panoplies of time
Have I seen the luring vision
Of the Victory Maid, sublime.

I have battled for fresh mammoth,
I have warred for pastures new,
I have listed to the whispers
When the race trek instinct grew.

I have known the call to battle
In each changeless changing shape
From the high souled voice of conscience
To the beastly lust for rape.

I have sinned and I have suffered,
Played the hero and the knave;
Fought for belly, shame, or country,
And for each have found a grave.

I cannot name my battles
For the visions are not clear,
Yet, I see the twisted faces
And I feel the rending spear.

Perhaps I stabbed our Savior
In His sacred helpless side.
Yet, I've called His name in blessing
When after times I died.

In the dimness of the shadows
Where we hairy heathens warred,
I can taste in thought the lifeblood;
We used teeth before the sword.

While in later clearer vision
I can sense the coppery sweat,
Feel the pikes grow wet and slippery
When our Phalanx, Cyrus met.

Hear the rattle of the harness
Where the Persian darts bounced clear,
See their chariots wheel in panic
From the Hoplite's leveled spear.

See the goal grow monthly longer,
Reaching for the walls of Tyre.
Hear the crash of tons of granite,
Smell the quenchless eastern fire.

Still more clearly as a Roman,
Can I see the Legion close,
As our third rank moved in forward
And the short sword found our foes.

Once again I feel the anguish
Of that blistering treeless plain
When the Parthian showered death bolts,
And our discipline was in vain.

I remember all the suffering
Of those arrows in my neck.
Yet, I stabbed a grinning savage
As I died upon my back.

Once again I smell the heat sparks
When my Flemish plate gave way
And the lance ripped through my entrails
As on Crecy's field I lay.

In the windless, blinding stillness
Of the glittering tropic sea
I can see the bubbles rising
Where we set the captives free.

Midst the spume of half a tempest
I have heard the bulwarks go
When the crashing, point blank round shot
Sent destruction to our foe.

I have fought with gun and cutlass
On the red and slippery deck
With all Hell aflame within me
And a rope around my neck.

And still later as a General
Have I galloped with Murat
When we laughed at death and numbers
Trusting in the Emperor's Star.

Till at last our star faded,
And we shouted to our doom
Where the sunken road of Ohein
Closed us in it's quivering gloom.

So but now with Tanks a'clatter
Have I waddled on the foe
Belching death at twenty paces,
By the star shell's ghastly glow.

So as through a glass, and darkly
The age long strife I see
Where I fought in many guises,
Many names, but always me.

And I see not in my blindness
What the objects were I wrought,
But as God rules o'er our bickerings
It was through His will I fought.

So forever in the future,
Shall I battle as of yore,
Dying to be born a fighter,
But to die again, once more.


At 2:27 PM , Anonymous Coyotemike said...

I feel used :(

At 3:24 PM , Blogger SuvvyGirl said...

LOL well at least I'm using you for something good :D And you are welcome to borrow books from me as well :P

At 4:53 PM , Blogger Olga said...

Great ideas! sometimes books impress me so much I want to review them on my blog to share... unfortunately I don't feel confident I can put something interesting enough for people to read a book after I recommend it. Here is my only attempt to date - your feedback is welcome :):

At 8:16 AM , Blogger Helen said...

yay! well done! Keep reading! and borrowing books is the best, otherwise you end up with a bookshelf like mine (stacked 2-deep and groaning a bit. So Coyotemike is doing you and the environment a favour!


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