Well, folks, this blog was set up for a number of reasons. First and foremost, to give me an outlet for my creative urges. Secondly, to allow me to vent my intellectual turmoil - hoping for a resulting order. Thirdly, to allow me to make my views on the political, the educational, the emotional, and whatever-else clear to those who read.
Well, I've certainly attempted both the second and third categories. The one thing I haven't done yet is the first. But now that's gonna change (all original content © 2003 Austin Fusilier):
"Snow On Maple"
The crisp, clean air
With it's wafting white flakes
Over this field of crimson leaves, fallen;
Those old English buildings
And their ivy-covered stone
Vacant 'round the autumn field, wall'd in.
Seated on the edge
Of this low flat rock,
I watch the silvery crystals float
And wonder at the gray sky,
The ground of solid scarlet,
And the painting twixt them both
Until the west wind mars it.
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