The Memorial Day Post
Patriotism 01 Innominatus
BREATHES there the man with soul so dead,
Who never to himself hath said,
'This is my own, my native land!'
Whose heart hath ne'er within him burn'd
As home his footsteps he hath turn'd
From wandering on a foreign strand?
If such there breathe, go, mark him well;
For him no Minstrel raptures swell;
High though his titles, proud his name,
Boundless his wealth as wish can claim;
Despite those titles, power, and pelf,
The wretch, concentred all in self,
Living, shall forfeit fair renown,
And, doubly dying, shall go down
To the vile dust from whence he sprung,
Unwept, unhonour'd, and unsung.
Sir Walter Scott
I was going to give this one to my class on Thursday to memorize over their four day Memorial weekend. I got a phone call Wednesday night that our school, along with two others in the district would be closed Thursday and Friday. Friday was to be a teacher in-service day. A student at the district school housing the 8th and 9th graders had swine flu. He (or she? I don't even know) has a sibling at our school. Can't be too careful . . . I guess.
My only worry was that our class lizard would starve over the five day weekend. Fortunately the building was open, so I rode over on Thursday and Friday to feed the critter. There was disinfectant on all of the desks. All of the affected buildings were disinfected. The lizard was fine. I don't think he contracted the flu. I'll know for sure on Tuesday.
Labels: Memorial Day, poetry, Sir Walter Scott, Swine Flu
posted by Harry @ 8:42 PM
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