bridgesitter

2009-07-13T18:57:00.000-07:00

just stopped by for a visit

Homeland Security

2006-04-05T07:46:00.000-07:00

Brian J. Doyle, 55

We are safe at home. What?
You don't feel safer now?

Apathy

2006-03-31T20:50:00.000-08:00

Lack of interest or concern, especially regarding matters of general importance or appeal; indifference.
Lack of emotion or feeling; impassiveness.

[Latin apatha, from Greek apatheia, from apaths, without feeling : a-, without; see a-¹ + pathos, feeling; see k^went(h)- in Indo-European Roots.]

There's an epidemic going on. I am vaccinated against this.

2006-03-28T08:23:00.000-08:00

This morning my daughter Anna and I were exchanging quotes through email. Everyday I have a new one delivered to my inbox and sometimes it's one I want to share with all my girls. This is the one I shared with them this morning...

" I try to live what I consider a "poetic existence." That means I take responsibility for the air I breathe and the space I take up. I try to be immediate, to be totally present for all my work." - Maya Angelou. American Poet, b.1928

Here is the marvelous quote Anna sent me in return.

"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is
that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our
darkness, that frightens us most. We ask oursleves, 'Who am I to be
brilliant, gorgeous, talented, and famous?' Actually, who are you not
to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the
world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that people
won't feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the
glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in
all of us. And when we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give
other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our
own fear, our presence automatically liberates others."
....Used by Nelson Mandela in his 1994 inaugural speech

I am so guilty...I apologize

2006-03-11T17:04:00.000-08:00

I have to confess I have not made blog rounds in quite some time. Feeling like I have the last few days with no energy to spare I thought I would just stay propped up here against the computer screen and read blogs. Well if you happen to glance at my side bar you will see alot of blogs are gone or missing. For various reasons they no longer blog, or have moved onto something else. Well I thought I'd check on Idgie. Remember Idgie? Well when I went to check on Idgie she wasn't there!!! Nope. Instead I found some very explicit pictures and my first thought was.......Oh my God who else has seen these?! Needless to say if you were here and checking there you might have seen the same things.....Not at all like the Idgie I remember. I do believe she is off with her online magazine "Dew on the Kudzu" now, and someone thought it was a great idea to put her name to something as Idgie would say "less honorable." Again I apologize and perhaps I should keep up a bit more with what you'all are up too.

signing off......

jeepers creepers.......whew!!!!!

It's yucky being sick!!!

2006-03-10T12:34:00.000-08:00

Okay so I've been home sick for a few days. I have no voice so I have been exceptionally quiet. No smirks from the peanut section please!!! I have been taking nyquil and sleeping, playing computer games and reading. These things I do over and over again. Since Tuesday. I'm not bored because like I've said a thousand times I'm never bored!!!! Okay I'm a little bored....

I don't like feeling this way. My daughter Leah is not one to write long emails. Usually she sends a quick note, and that I am grateful for. Most times she sends forwards. Now if you're like me I hate forwarded mail and I have told her this over and over. But because I didn't know what else to do with myself at this time I actually read them. I'm going to share one with you.

Long ago, (this is still me here) I gave up blaming God for everything that happened. I mean I keep reminding myself to not blame God. I think it's a human condition that most of us do when things don't go right. But anyway I know in my head that he is not the cause of all the trials in my life. He is the strength that helps me get through them. But anyway, (this is still me too) I wanted to share this letter, the ones that's been forwarded any numerous amount of times.

      Sometimes we wonder, "What did I do to deserve this?" or "Why
did God have to do this to me?" Here is a wonderful explanation! A
daughter is telling her Mother how everything is going wrong, she's
failing algebra, her boyfriend broke up with her and her best friend
is moving away.

    Meanwhile, her Mother is baking a cake and asks her daughter if
she would like a snack, and the daughter says, "Absolutely Mom, I
love your cake."

    "Here, have some cooking oil," her Mother offers. "Yuck" says
her daughter.
    "How about a couple raw eggs?" "Gross, Mom!"

    "Would you like some flour then? Or maybe baking soda?" "Mom,
those are all yucky!"

    To which the mother replies: "Yes, all those things seem bad
all by themselves. But when they are put together in the right way,
they make a wonderfully delicious cake!

 (Here is where I have deleted some stuff, the kind of cutesy,
too sweet, and religious for me, kind of stuff)
I'm sure you get the gest.  Or is that Jest?  Hmmmmm?

lilac wishes

2005-02-02T21:37:00.000-08:00

I wrote this a few years ago and just found it in a book. I have alot of such books. A poem here and a poem there. Memories~ dreams~plans & wishes. I have way too much crap around here.

outside my bedroom window
we planted
cucumbers
tomatoes
and daisies

inside
rich green carpet for grass
periwinkle flowers
in my bedroom

sunshine seeped in
she kissed me good bye
six days gone
~1 day on
nurses cap looking down

sewing prom dresses
sister
homecoming queen
barbizon and make up
pedophile's wife

american flag
on the pocket
of my brothers 501's
arrested
truant
trouble again
marijuana down the street
alcoholic
in too deep

me
puking in the bathroom
every morning
ritual
cold pears coming up
mama off to work

in the house
sister smoking
brother joking
underwear on my head

Mary Civetti came to
teach me
how to knit
and not to be alone
and cook us family dinners
chaos reigned
she threw up her hands
and cried
never did see her again

mama
loved See's Candies
chewy orange peanuts
Bridge Mix
being barefoot
on her knees
planting seeds

when we were no longer cute
she took pictures of her pets
her paintings and her plants
she wined and dined her kitty kats
with cream, butter and
albacore

she whiled away the days
cutting
drying~flowers
estate sales and rummaging
stopping on the road
to press flowers in her books
stealing lilacs from the neighbors

serving creamy
sweet coffee
in two handled cups
my children and gingersnaps
aprons on their waist's

mama gave up the fight
of
nursing home
nightmares
breathing machines
and morphine

girls and me
stole the neighbors lilacs
giggled all the way home
filled a vase overflowing
in memorium
aunts and uncles
gone again

crying over dead flowers
and four lonely kats
I sat on her steps
what to do next

while
somewhere
in Mexico
mama mixes
with the wind

From Anne Frank's Diary

2006-03-05T10:06:00.000-08:00

quote.anne_franks_diary.amsterdam.jpg
Originally uploaded by catalina.

This picture was taken by my daughter Anna's friend Catalina. I found it on her flickr site. Though I don't write much these days, it is still there within me.

Wow.....

2006-02-19T11:33:00.000-08:00

I haven't been here for awhile, again.

Things have changed, so many things and everything is going so well. Such a nice change.

I love my new job. They seem to think I'm doing pretty good at it too, which makes it all the better.

I have friends here and I love my little room that I rent. I live in Poulsbo now and it's such a nice little town, of course it is much bigger so quaint ain't the word I can use anymore.

The weather has been very cold but oh so beautiful. The water that is everywhere is such a shimmering glimmering blue, the mountains so picturesque and life just feels so good for a change.

I want to thank all of you who continue to come and visit my blog, you all know who you are, I am always grateful for the kind words, the support and the humor. Life is busy, very busy, but it's working great right now. As I wrote that I had a little twinge that I might jinx my self. Pray that I don't.

love and hugs to all xoxoxoxox

....pamela

Look Who's 19------->

2006-02-05T13:16:00.000-08:00

*Emily being read to by Jessie*

Today is the birthday of my precious Emily. For 19 years we have been fortunate to have her in our midst, in our lives, in our minds and in our hearts. As I sit here and write this I am reminded of all those little things that make up a day and how she has always brightened them. Whether she was plucking flower heads off of grama's plants, dancing with her sisters in tutu's or rolling in laundry fresh from the dryer, she was a bundle of energy all wrapped up in a little blue eyed child

*Helping mom with the dishes*

She was the guinea pig when her sisters painted their nails, did their hair or when playing dressup. Emily started this world as a multi-tasker and she has shown this ability from day one. When she was little and watching movies with the family she would be busy with lincoln logs or play-doh, legos or barbies. She has always been creative in styling and designing whether her clothes, her hair, crafts or anything she puts her hands too. She can play the bass guitar, build houses and cabinets right along side her dad, she even works on her own car! I am constantly amazed at her accomplishments.

* Emily Angel painting nails *

In two weeks time this child of mine is going off to job corp and moving to Yakima where she will be seeking out new horizons, new challenges and making new friends. I am so grateful that she is in my life and by watching her and her interactions with others I have learned so much about the human heart and it's capacity to love.

*That's my girl*

Though it might be Emily's birthday she is a gift to me everyday.

*********

* I love you so much babes!!! *

--<-@--<-@ Emily @->---@->--

New Job ----- Changes ----- Interesting Facts

2006-01-26T16:11:00.000-08:00

I have a new job. I'm very excited and ecstatic about it.

I am going to work as a pharmacy tech assistant at a really awesome grocery store in Poulsbo. I start Monday. I get to wear jeans. No big deal I know, but I am happy about that too.

I am no longer working for the last company as they kept paying me with bad checks. I won't go into it, they did set things right but I just couldn't do it anymore. I am taking care of a woman though who I started with through this company and will continue to do so even while working at the pharmacy. My prior company I'm sure is not happy about it, but hey, you do what you gotta do.

Anyway as I write this from the Library I have little time left. I hope to have some kind of internet soon but as of yet, no.

Oh, interesting thing I recently learned about my new stomping grounds. I am a mile or so from a place called Keyport, which happens to have a warfare center!!! There are also 22 nuclear subs out in the water off of Bangor! (or so I've been told) I will do some research to see if this is true. Most interesting don't you think???? hmmmmm.......

gotta go...

Hot damn I'm still alive!!!

2006-01-19T13:31:00.000-08:00

Well I surely am and doing fine. In the last couple of days I have moved!! Yeehaw! I am an official room mate with two other people, male and female, I am the third party and we live in a very large house on the outskirts of Poulsbo. Besides being in pasture land, (really soggy right now, we almost made a record for rainfall but were short a couple of days) there are ducks, chickens, roosters, cows and more moo cows. When the young son is home so is his dog. He's a huge mutt, (the dog) though he closely resembles a Newfoundland in body mass, that thinks he's a poodle and he's so awesome that I immediately fell in love.

Though my room is small, it is my own. I have my own bathroom now. Before I shared with 5 children in the upstairs. Alot of good and positive changes have occured. There are no more screaming children out in the hall way, no more piercing shrieks into the night by squirly girls with tempers. No honest, it wasn't me!!! There is no one on my computer should I awaken in the middle of the night.

Now get this.....They retire early as I do, and when I awaken at 5:00 am they are up and about and so we sit around the kitchen island and drink coffee and talk. It's really a marvelous thing these simple things.

I am going to do my best to mind my p's and q's and dot my t's so hopefully this will continue for some time to come. I am making an oath right here and now not to get involved in other's lives, and seriously consider it should anyone ask me to. I don't want to travel this last road again.

I will write more later. Still lots to tell.

Where to next

2005-12-30T05:19:00.000-08:00

That is what I'm asking myself?

The Four Stars in My Sky

2005-12-29T06:06:00.000-08:00

What a sorry, sorry blog writer I appear to be. Do you ever feel like so much has gone on that you wouldn't know where to start if relaying things to people that you just leave it all out? Well that is sort of the case here but not quite.

I have been anything but a blank blog lately you just can't see all that I've written because I have chosen invisible ink for my posts. No really!!
So what I'd like to do is bring out my brag book. You know what those are don't you? Those little books with photos that parents and grandparents carry around with pictures of their children, grandchildren for all to see. That is what this post is. Pamela's Brag Book!

Let me first start out by saying that Emily has gone back to live with her dad and take up her carpenter belt again. I hope that she will pick up her bass guitar again too as she is so talented in these areas of her life that when she applies herself she is a modern marvel. Her heart is as big as Alaska which is quick to love, but also quick to hurt. And even though she will be 19 soon, I think that if she lets him, her dad could help her channel all of these energies and help her to realize all that she is able to accomplish.

My Jessie is so busy of late that she is surprising even herself at the marvelous talents that she has. She is discovering her strengths and abilities, things that have been long buried. She applies herself to school full time as she is going to be a massage therapist. She is learning all the muscles, nerves, and getting A's in tests involving things I can't even spell. Because she suffered from a birth defect that has since been healed through surgery, she has a great empathy for pain in others and the ability to detect it and to help relieve it in others as well. She is also working at a job as she accomplishes this.

My darling Leah Marie who is carrying my first "blood" grandchild is still living up in Alaska. She is working full time and running a home, and if you knew Leah you'd know she is also trying to help, nurture, care and encourage all those whose lives she touches. She is a person of eternal optimism with great strength in character.

My precious Anna is moving to Barcelona at the end of January. Why? Because she can. There has not been one obstacle in my daughters way that she has not overcome, not endured or persevered through. The reason is because she carries these very attributes within herself along with steadfastness and patience. Nothing that Anna applies herself too is ever done half-assed. You will get all or nothing from that one. While she travels the world my daughter makes short films, documentaries, teaches English and Spanish depending upon where she lives, and has always found a way to support herself because of her skills and talents.

Though I Fall short of the mark....I aspire to

2005-12-19T06:48:00.000-08:00

(this is something I found on Johns blog)

Myself

I have to live with myself, and so
I want to be fit for myself to know,
I want to be able, as days go by,
Always to look myself straight in the eye;
I don’t want to stand, with the setting sun,
And hate myself for the things I’ve done.

I don’t want to keep on the closet shelf
A lot of secrets about myself,
And fool myself, as I come and go,
Into thinking that nobody else will know
The kind of a man I really am;
I don’t want to dress up myself in sham.

I want to go out with my head erect,
I want to deserve all men’s respect;
But here in the struggle for fame and pelf
I want to be able to like myself.
I don’t want to look at myself and know
That I’m bluster and bluff and empty show.

I can never hide myself from me;
I see what others may never see;
I know what others may never know,
I never can fool myself, and so,
Whatever happens, I want to be
Self-respecting and conscience free.

Source unknown

Guess what????

2005-12-15T16:07:00.000-08:00

Leah just called from Alaska and.......

It's a Boy!!!!!!!!!!!

My Leah Marie is having a baby boy!!!! I just got off the phone with her and this is so exciting. I have to call Emily at work and tell her. Oh she's going to run and look at little boy clothes I know it. Overalls and boots and truck t-shirts. Leah even mentioned that they might move back down. That would be so wonderful. So awesome!!!!

I am so excited!!!!

new baby in May!!!

snow travels

2005-12-13T23:27:00.000-08:00

snow travels
Originally uploaded by hummanna.

Anna took this. You can find it on her flickr. Isn't this so cool? I think it's one of her band photo shoot pics. I'll have to ask her. Damn, she's talented ain't she?

Oh by the way, you guys are so awesome I wish I could hug you all!!! Those for your comments and those by email! Thank you for your support.

I think bartles and james said that, right?

2005-12-12T18:46:00.000-08:00

Don't let your heart speak too loudly.
Hold the words close to your breast,
As much as you are able,
don't give yourself away.

Don't let your heart speak too loudly.
Your mind will you give you no rest.
You'll become a castaway -
a scribble on yesterdays page.

The Assumptions of Others

2005-12-12T11:16:00.000-08:00

I've recently encountered something that has been very painful for me. I'm sure that I put more stock in this then I should, but it has been really hard. I will not go into details but I will simply say that I put myself out on the table, so to speak, for someone, and for reasons unknown to me they've simply cast me aside. No explanation, no reason given, just totally obliterated themselves from my life.

The thing that is most painful for me is the fact that they have made assumptions about me, assumptions that I can only guess at. I feel terrible knowing that someone out there is thinking things about me that are not true. I am not given the chance to prove myself, redeem myself or offer any explanation at all. What hurts too I guess is that they don't even want one.

I needed to write this, I needed to tell someone, please don't make assumptions about me. You really don't even know me.

it's only 5:38am

2005-12-09T05:38:00.000-08:00

and my head is bursting with lyrics from some old songs.

Let's see here,

"what a day today has been"

"looking for love in all the wrong places"

"I'm already there"

"take this job and shove it"

yep, bursting with song today.......

I also got my usual email regarding Illustration Friday's topic for a drawing, this week it is "surprise." I have lots of ideas for that one.

are you up to it?

2005-12-06T20:49:00.000-08:00

Well I have saved you all from really bad poetry tonight.

Thank your lucky stars.

I'm working and getting overtime.

Days off you'll find me huddled in my room.

The washing machine is broken.

The microwave has died.

My computer was crashing again, but saved by the light.

I think I'm writing really bad poetry right now.

It's either that or or if you were here

I will talk your ear off

with some accent from a country

I've never been too.

Perhaps I'm stepping over the edge

the smiling yawning abyss

can't wait to take what's left of me

and chew me up and spit me out.

This is written with humor

I know I've still got.

My scrubs are soaking in the sink

stouffers is thawing out,

Thank God for my computer

it's my only way out.

Stuffed Turkey?

2005-11-24T11:31:00.000-08:00

First off before I give way to my anger and venting I do want to thank all the kind people who give to the nations food banks because without them we would not be having a Thanksgiving Dinner. They have supplied all the ingredients to make everything that is on our menu below.
Thank you thank you thank you.

Turkey with Dressing
Mashed potatoes with gravy
Sweet Potato Something or other
Swedish Corn Pudding
Green Bean Casserole
Deviled/Angel eggs
Garden Salad
Fruit Salad
Lime Jello
Cranberries
Pumpkin Bread
Norwegian Rice Pudding
Pumpkin Pie
Rolls

My morning started off so good, I was happily working in the kitchen, I had a thankful attitude, and I was happy. But.....I know those stupid buts...

I'm sorry but like I said above I am here to vent. I'm really pissed and I need to write about it.

I was up early which I do anyway, so I thought I'd get a jump on dinner because nothing was done yesterday. I made "our" traditional Family Rice Pudding, (Jessie usually makes this) Swedish Pumpkin bread (I used to make Otis Cafe Pumpkin bread) but my recipe box is missing....And my own take on Libby's Pumpkin pie. I made two dozen deviled eggs, or should I call them angel eggs?

So then I start to do the turkey. I'm careful, real careful about the germs when it comes to poultry. It's no big deal you just clean everything afterwards with bleach, right? I've got the homemade stuffing (my mother's recipe) and I'm starting to put it in the bird when all of a sudden I've got 4 faces looking at me (the three little ones ran to tell mom what aunt Pam was doing) and Ingrid's saying, "no, no, that's not how we do it!" so I say "this is how I do it." She's worrying that the stuffing will not get cooked clear through and everybody's gonna get sick with salmonella, she's worried the turkey won't cook clear through either!!! I tell her calmly that "nobody has ever gotten sick off my turkey. Never!!!"

Now she comes from a house where the turkey is put in the oven the night before at 200 degrees and cooks all night and most of the next day. I can understand why that might make somebody sick, but I cook my sucker of a turkey 350-400 degrees just as long a time as the package tells me.

She treats me like I'm some stupid idiot that fell off the turnip truck just this morning. Then she has the nerve to say, "oh well, that's okay, you can eat it, we won't" they are going to have stove top stuffing instead. Well that is so good for you with all the sodium and all. I mean three of the kids are vegetarians anyway. I wanted to take that damn turkey and throw it out the window. I still might. I mean after all I'm surprised she'd even let us have turkey in the house because, well geeze, maybe it's going to give us the bird flu or something. I don't know if she's seen that huge ham in the fridge yet. What she gonna do about that? Ham is an abomination after all, being from a pig and all.

Oh and rice pudding is made of milk and they all have allergies to milk, but hey not ice cream. They can eat a gallon in one sitting. What to add to make the potatoes mashed?

Now you see I think I had a right to get upset, of course I could have chose not to, but I lacked the strength at this time. I mean she gets up at 10:00 and nothing has been done for today. She walks by the kitchen and puts her head in and says "thanks for helping" I chuckle to myself. This might seem petty to everyone out there, but it's just one more thing here.

I had the best attitude all day until that thing with the turkey. I think the polite thing to do would have been for her to not say anything. Just not eat the stuffing. This is like when she upset the woman at the church potluck because she told them they shouldn't put pork in their beans! Whewwww, the Pastor had a talking with her. She don't go to that church anymore now.

This is like how everytime you wipe the counters you have to put the rag in the dirty clothes. You can not use the same rag twice, even if you put them in bleach water. When enough rags get used she will presoak them for 45 minutes before washing them. Can you image how much time is wasted in presoaking? Presoaking socks, towel's? I mean she leaves them sitting in there, I go to do some wash and the washer might have 5 pairs of socks in the basket soaking. She scrubs the dishes, I mean washes with soap and water "all" the dishes, then she puts them in the dishwasher. When she's not around I throw all those puppies in the dishwasher without that wasted step and they come out just as clean.

I am saving my money and getting the hell out of here. Emily is working now at Wal-Mart and she loves it. She's seeing lots of "normal" people everyday, lots of co-workers that she can laugh with and have a good time. She loves working the cash register and anything else they have her doing. (My thoughts on Wal-Mart at another time) But right now my daughter is happy, she's making money, getting out of the house and she's thriving again.

I'm working alot now too which is a good thing. I could work over 40 hours a week if they'd let me, but no overtime is allowed. I've got 3 patients/clients in Poulsbo, and one woman on Bainbridge Island. There is alot of driving involved but it's a good time for psyching up or winding down, also for daydreaming....which is a wonderful coping skill. Thank God gas prices are down.

I'm starting to calm down now, but someone needs to hold me back cause I still want to go and throw that turkey out the window!!! Should I? No I will not throw that turkey out the window. Maybe I should throw Ingrid out the window?! Hold me back, hold me back!!!

Oh and by the way, it was my birthday yesterday, I'm not ashamed to say I have survived 48 years on this planet and I expect that should I live another 48 they are going to be better then the first. Do I hear any amen's to that? If you don't say amen then say "here here" or "hear hear" or "Yeah Yeah" or "whatever" just say it and get it out.....I feel better now.

And even though I had to let off some steam, I am very thankful for many things. Many many things and many many people. ciao

Happy Thanksgiving by the way.

2005-10-07T02:59:00.000-07:00

I just came in from pacing the deck. The stars are out in all
their glory. The sky is filled and I can imagine where we are
in the milky way. Spinning near the tail end, spinning, spinning
and spinning. I am not even a particle of dust in this vast
galaxy. There is no time out there, really. If there is it moves
so slowly as galaxy's and suns, stars and planets just move
endlessly outward.

I heard a pastor say one time many years ago,
"When God said, let there be light, he never retracted what
he said and so light shoots ever outward and the universe
expands." Mind boggling.

Such heavy thoughts for so late at night or early in the
morning. Such chaos today, such unrest in the house and
such turmoil inside me.

Where have all the flowers gone?

2005-11-06T17:24:00.000-08:00

flowers spun,
summer is gone,
warm balmy breezes have blew by
The leaves are dropping
colors changing as they fall
the earth caresses them
in dewy drops
and moisture kisses
Sliding sun behind the mountains
gone much too soon for me
I strain my neck across the railing
kiss me once more before you leave
blinding rays with misty haze
the setting of the sun
~me

I know it sucks, but hey, it was there, I wrote it and
now it's done. I still take credit for it. I am responsible
for my ways, my errors, my mistakes and my bad poetry.
I have been informed today that my children have no morals,
I am a bad example, and christians shouldn't eat pork.

If I could take full responsiblity for the way my children
turned out I would, but it's not my doing. God gave them
brains and damnit they use 'em. I happen to think my
daughters are wonderful. Loving, caring, considerate, their
good to their mama, and their daddy, and a true pleasure to be with.
They have ideas and opinions, their inovative and creative and
and I think they have marvelous integrity.

But.....otherwise everything
is going along and we are all surviving. My sense of humor
needs a little lift. Anybody got any good jokes. Where is
Cliff when I need him?

Oh and by the way everyone, I was back looking at some
old comments made by you and well you have all touched
me deeply, made me laugh, made me cry and made me think.
Damn, I hate it when you make me think.....but yet,
I am grateful to the lot of you. xoxoxoxoxox

bridge

The Grave

2005-10-26T19:21:00.000-07:00

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

When the wars of our nation did beckon,
A man barely twenty did answer the calling.
Proud of the trust that he placed in our nation,
He’s gone,
But eternity knows him, and it knows what we’ve done.

And the rain fell like pearls on the leaves of the flowers
Leaving brown, muddy clay where the earth had been dry.
And deep in the trench he waited for hours,
As he held to his rifle and prayed not to die.

But the silence of night was shattered by fire
As guns and grenades blasted sharp through the air.
And one after another his comrades were slaughtered.
In morgue of marines, alone standing there.

He crouched ever lower, ever lower with fear.
"they can’t let me die! they can’t let me die here!
I’ll cover myself with the mud and the earth.
I’ll cover myself! I know I’m not brave!
The earth! the earth! the earth is my grave."

The grave that they dug him had flowers
Gathered from the hillsides in bright summer colors,
And the brown earth bleached white at the edge of his gravestone.
He’s gone.

Don McLean