A Little Lamb Poem

We offer an original poem by Sherman Lackey.

Mary had a little lamb,
And she named it Fred.
This was just three weeks before,
Lightening struck it dead!

September is half over, less than four months before Christmas.

Egor

Thoughts That In 51 Muslim Countries Will Get You Killed

In keeping with the season we present this thought: Christianity is the only religion on the planet that is all about redemption and not about the forced compliance of holiness.
That’s how I see it.

Egor

Another Round

After reading a book and doing some research on the great war, also known as WWI, my master offers the following original poem.

Another Round

A Reflection On The Great War 1914-1918 AD

A soft rain fell

As we walked into hell

On that cold November morning.

Where machine gun bullets and artillery blasts

Tore the flesh from our bones

Men by the score died without warning.

The wounded lay where they fell

For how long no one could tell

Some died of their wounds in a ditch.

Night came at last

A welcomed end to the blast

To the enemy positions the dead pointed the way.

They died bravely they say

They died every day

In four years the dead numbered nine million.

Wars are fought over tin

The love of a woman

Philosophy and resources.

We will do this again

It's as common as wind

So shall we begin another?

Sherman Lackey

That sums up our thoughts.

Egor

Lizzie Borden Took An Axe

Lizzie Borden took an axe
And gave her mother forty whacks.
And when she saw what she had done
She gave her father forty-one.

Have a fun one.

Egor