Go Blue or Go Home…
Hopefully, they will have borrowed the Bison’s play book on how to unleash a dormant offense?
IN FLANDERS FIELDS the poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.
Firelight, Firebright: Twinkle, Twinkle in the Night
Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?
In between dusk, and dawn, may all be “Well”, and “Not” be wrong.
Twinkle, Twinkle, lonely star, I do see you from afar,
Touch my soul; touch it deep, Angels cry when mothers weep.
Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?
In between dusk, and dawn, sing your song: Oh! Sparkle on, Spark along!
Twinkle, Twinkle, little star, shining nightly from afar,
Can you see me? I know you do! Chase away my Devil blue!
Firelight, Firebright, whose soul shall you touch tonite?
In between dusk, and dawn, the critters creep, and I do yawn.
Twinkle, Twinkle, lucky star, I make my wish from afar,
Bless my son; guide him right, for I know he needs your firelight.
Firelight, Firebright, twinkle, twinkle, in the night,
While we rest, while we sleep, I pray to God our souls you keep!
Epilogue:
And in the mornin’ when we rise, I will look upon your eastern skies….
For that Firelight, Firebright, and all contained within this life:
