Rooster Ron Wayne Posted December 19, 2011 Share Posted December 19, 2011 Six humans trapped by happenstance In dark and bitter cold Each one possessed a stick of wood Or so the story’s told Their dying fire in need of logs The first woman held hers back. For of the faces around the flame She noticed one was black The second man looking all about Saw no one of his church And couldn’t bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch The rich man sat and thought Of all the wealth he had in store Why should his stick be used to warm The lazy, shiftless poor? The poor man sat in tattered clothes He gave his coat a hitch No way would he let his stick be used By the greedy selfish rich The black man bitter and full of rage Held his oak branch tight For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white The last man of this forlorn group Did nothing except for gain Giving only to those who gave Was how he played the game The branches held in fate’s cruel hands Was proof of human sin They didn’t die from the cold without They died from THE COLD WITHIN. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Charlie MacNeil, SASS #48580 Posted December 19, 2011 Share Posted December 19, 2011 Amen, brother! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sheriff Oso, SASS #57788L Posted December 19, 2011 Share Posted December 19, 2011 WOW! That's a GOOD UN! Thanx for sharin! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Deja Vous Posted December 20, 2011 Share Posted December 20, 2011 Six humans trapped by happenstance In dark and bitter cold Each one possessed a stick of wood Or so the story's told Their dying fire in need of logs The first woman held hers back. For of the faces around the flame She noticed one was black The second man looking all about Saw no one of his church And couldn't bring himself to give The fire his stick of birch The rich man sat and thought Of all the wealth he had in store Why should his stick be used to warm The lazy, shiftless poor? The poor man sat in tattered clothes He gave his coat a hitch No way would he let his stick be used By the greedy selfish rich The black man bitter and full of rage Held his oak branch tight For all he saw in his stick of wood Was a chance to spite the white The last man of this forlorn group Did nothing except for gain Giving only to those who gave Was how he played the game The branches held in fate's cruel hands Was proof of human sin They didn't die from the cold without They died from THE COLD WITHIN. Very cool thanks so much.. Gosh I learn so much on here.. I have never seen that one before and it was a wonderful lesson.. thanks.. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Marshal Phil DeGrave SASS #55202 Posted December 20, 2011 Share Posted December 20, 2011 So you take your stick, beat the others with it until they put thiers on the fire. Then, you throw yours in also. AND THEY ALL LIVED TOGETHER HAPPILY EVER AFTER !! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rooster Ron Wayne Posted December 20, 2011 Author Share Posted December 20, 2011 So you take your stick, beat the others with it until they put thiers on the fire. Then, you throw yours in also. AND THEY ALL LIVED TOGETHER HAPPILY EVER AFTER !! LOL I dont think that was the point, But it would work ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Utah Bob #35998 Posted December 20, 2011 Share Posted December 20, 2011 Who's the author of that? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rooster Ron Wayne Posted December 20, 2011 Author Share Posted December 20, 2011 Who's the author of that? James Patrick Kinney It is a beautiful Poem inst it Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Gunner Gatlin, SASS 10274L Posted December 22, 2011 Share Posted December 22, 2011 100% amigo - thanks for that.... God bless ya Sturm.... GG ~ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Utah Bob #35998 Posted December 22, 2011 Share Posted December 22, 2011 James Patrick Kinney It is a beautiful Poem inst it Thanks. Couldn't remember his name. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Badger Mountain Charlie SASS #43172 Posted December 22, 2011 Share Posted December 22, 2011 Strum, you should send that to Congress. Very good. Merry Christmas, Pard Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rooster Ron Wayne Posted December 22, 2011 Author Share Posted December 22, 2011 Strum, you should send that to Congress. Very good. Merry Christmas, Pard Amen Pard ! Merry Christmas to all . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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