Charge of the Weight Brigade
I am not sure why, but this morning I had Tennyson’s poem, “The Charge of the Light Brigade”, running through my brain. (His poem is at the end of this post.) I must have memorized it sometime in school. When I weighed my self this morning, I was down a half of a pound from yesterday. Then this happened:
Half a pound, half a pound
Half a pound downward,
All in the valley of Life
Moved the six hundred
“Downward, the Weight Brigade
Head for the scale”, she said
Into the valley of Life
Went the six hundred
Cookies to the right of them,
French Fries to the left of them,
Ice Cream in front of them
That’s as far as I got, but it is more than enough isn’t it? Maybe I am missing those who have fallen by the wayside while some of us continue. I miss my buds who started this program with me more than a year ago. Maybe it is also because of the news, because there is a war on – a war against women, against people of color, against GLBT people, and against our very planet. We need courage, lots of courage. We need heart. Ours is but to do and live. We cannot let Glory fade.
Enough, it is am unseasonal rainy day here.
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