Hold’em high

Soldiers march across the great divide, holding up their torches high. Fighting back the encompassing night.  They march shoulder to shoulder, across the sky. They cannot win. But still they fight.  Each year their numbers greater.  More torches bring more light. Some are broken; can’t hold their torches straighter. Others march with all their might. Continue reading “Hold’em high”

The sky is falling?

Help, the sky is falling. Don’t look up.  The sky is falling. Rain. Sleet. Snow. Hail.  Help. The sky is falling.  Don’t look up.  Might be a satellite.  Might be a chunk of rocket. HELP! Don’t look up.  The sky is falling.  Okay, it’s straight line winds. A tornado. Don’t look up.  The sky isContinue reading “The sky is falling?”