Writers' Workshop Forum Armada's thread =P

Hi guys, I've pulled together two stanzas, and I'm bleeding profusely,, kidding I'm not, not really, but I am finding the re write rather painful, before this turns into a full on homicide of even vague literature does anyone just one person even, want to tell me if they think my patient will survive the surgery, or if I should just close it up and give it a few months to live. ::biggrin::

OUT of the focal and foremost fire,
Out of the hospital walls as dire;
Smitten of grape-shot and gangrene,
. . .
Spectre! such as you seldom see, 5
. . .
�Take him and welcome!� the surgeons said;
Little the doctor can help the dead!
So we took him; and brought him where
The balm was sweet in the summer air; 10
And we laid him down on a wholesome bed,�
Utter Lazarus, heel to head!
. . .
Months of torture, how many such? 15
Weary weeks of the stick and crutch;
And still a glint of the steel-blue eye
Told of a spirit that would n�t die,
And didn�t. Nay, more! in death�s despite
The crippled skeleton �learned to write.�

The poet is Francis Orray Ticknor. Sorry, couldn't help it. The patient will survive. The poet? Now that's another question altogether.

Just kidding. You'll both do nicely.

My newest LOL thing I got it from Shane FOCL, it's close actualy, not falling off a camel laughing, but I have fallen off my arabian laughing in the past, its close =)

Anyhow, if two pwoplw think this poem might live,,,,,,,,,, I'll keep at it ::smile::

Tomorrow, my head couldnt take it today, first snow we got today, I'm tired much snow ball throwing ::smile::