First off, I apologize for being so behind in posting the news (I've been busy - yeah, yeah, you've heard that before). But now, let's get on with it! The complete soundtrack is available for your pleasure!!

Here's the link. (Note: I don't know if it's still available, if not, I'm sure you can find it on YouTube)

Moving right along, HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!! We have a lot to be thankful for and I hope we can all thank the Lord for our bI wish you all the best and would like to share with you a few poems I wrote a few years back (don't expect anything great; I did this when I was maybe 11 or 12...):

No One Had To Ask Why

Gently, it falls to the ground,
Little white balls of snow,
'Twas the land to which many of their heirs would be bound,
A few things only did they know:
This was the land their descendants would call home,
They were free,
A Dream they thought would never be,
And that the God of love had protected them,
And He would never leave,
Fear was forgotten,
When they looked at the night sky,
The moon and stars brightened the night,
And no one had to ask why,
For all knew why they were here,
It was worth every bit of pain they felt,
They could protect everything they held dear,
It was worth every drop of blood spilt,
And hundreds of year later,
We wonder what they felt,
But we do not ask why,
For we know just as well as they do,
There is but one thing we can say,
And that is thank you.

(That was a bit more serious than the next you'll read; yeah, sarcasm runs into just about everything I write...  Oh! Those lines about the talking person; my sister was just rambling, and that kind of leaked into the First Thanksgiving...)

What It Means To Be Free

Help! Help! They shout,
But why?
Because the turkey's run off the table,
And most have gone fishing for trout,
The pumpkin pie's burnt,
And someone won't shut their mouth,
The pig's spit out the apple,
And has chased after the turkey,
My! How some can babble,
That same someone is still talking,
I can hardly believe my eyes,
Now the goose has got up and is walking,
Heaven forbid if the chicken follows suit,
Oh my! The pie! It's aflame,
How I wish it would stop,
I don't recommend this as a game,
Oh dear, where's the mop?
Has the world gone 'round to gang up on me?
Well, I'll just sit down and let it all be,
After all, this is the land of the free.

 


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