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Who Thinks This Will Turn Out to be a Good Book?

This is just a preface, but I hope this will peak your interest.
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Nighttime was Lt. Ferdinand’s favorite time of the day: The mountains turn to a reddish hue, the sun in the west would look like it was starting the sky on fire, but mostly, the silence. This evening was no different as the whole world seemed to drift into deafening quiet. But Ferdinand noticed that the evening robin was interestingly silent, the cricket taking the first hours of darkness had muted it’s fiddle, then suddenly, the silence of the night was shattered by an explosive roar, a whistling, a thud, and a body falling to the ground. Ferdinand was no longer enjoying the silence, for he had gone silent… deadly silent, never again to make a sound.
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Whaddiya think?
Let me know, and I'll keep y'all posted on the forthcoming's of the book!

Charge of the Light Brigade

This is probably my favorite poem ever!
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Charge of the Light Brigade

Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
"Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Someone had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell
Rode the six hundred.

Flash'd all their sabres bare,
Flash'd as they turn'd in air,
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wonder'd:
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right thro' the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reel'd from the sabre stroke
Shatter'd and sunder'd.
Then they rode back, but not
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
Volley'd and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that had fought so well
Came thro' the jaws of Death
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of six hundred.


When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made,
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble six hundred.

A Question's Answer

Here is a poem that I wrote for kicks... enjoy!


A Question’s Answer

I have a question
And none have a suggestion
I have a query
While others have no worry

“Why?” I ask “do men not fight
When their lives are in dire plight
Or when injustice is very near
Men just run as soon as they hear”

The answer is, quite simply put,
Forward with your courage, and not back with your foot!
“Charge!” I say
“And low, do not lay!”

For men that fear,
When danger is near,
Will only run
Because strength they shun

The men who flee
I am certain, have no glee
But those who step forward
Are definitely no coward

The reason is, quite simply put,
Forward with your courage, and not back with your foot!
“Charge!” I say,
“And low, do not lay!”
Jeremiah Hoppman