Dom+S

Poems on Memories
"The Man He Killed" Thomas Hardy

Had he and I but met By some old ancient inn, We should have set us down to wet Right many a nipperkin !

But ranged as infantry, And staring face to face, I shot at him as he at me, And killed him in his place.

I shot him dead because — Because he was my foe, Just so: my foe of course he was; That's clear enough; although

He thought he'd 'list, perhaps, Off-hand like—just as I— Was out of work—had sold his traps— No other reason why.

Yes; quaint and curious war is! You shoot a fellow down You'd treat, if met where any bar is, Or help to half a crown.

Hardy's Higher Purpose 



of love’s austere and lonely offices?
Hayden's Higher Purpose

Dom's Big Wrap Up

That's all that I remember.
"Days Gone Past" //Cindy Jorgenson//

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I think often of the days gone past Deep in my memory where I know they will las Let’s take a walk in the woods so near. Listen, listen do you hear? The rustle of leaves, Birds, flying, chirping, Little animals scurry to and fro, The smell of wood smoke on Cold fall days. I lift up my face to the suns golden rays. My memories they still stay. With a light happy step and a big wide smile, Let’s sit, let’s talk for a long, long while. My memories are wonderful of days gone past. Lets sit I’ll share them with you at last. ======