Hello everyone! I hope all of you are doing well. It’s been a crazy few weeks, as I just started writing in a brand new novel project, which takes place during the Kennedy years. It’s a lot different than any of my previous books, so I’m kind of flying by the seat of my pants a bit (I believe they call it “panstering” in the writing world). But it has been quite an adventure, and I’m already 30,000 words in, which is very exciting! I hope very much I will get to share this story with you in book form one day. While the progress on this book is absolutely thrilling, I’m afraid all the novel writing hasn’t left me much time for blog writing, so I will be taking a brief hiatus from here so I can get a solid first draft cranked out. Until then, I will leave you all with a short poetry break, a continuation of the poem epic that I wrote a few years back. This installment is a segment of the third and final part of the poem, and it covers what it must have been like to be wounded in the Civil War (spoiler alert: it was dreadful). I hope very much that you enjoy it, and I also hope you have a wonderful rest of the summer, which is winding down fast, isn’t it?! Be well, friends! I will see you all sometime in September! (Maybe when September Ends…. you have the song in your head now, don’t you? 🙂 )
Wounded
I lay on my back beneath a shady Dogwood tree
The pretty pink blossoms flutter down upon me
I breathe in the perfume of the Virginia spring air
And try to chase away the pain if I dare
My blood spills out into the clean spring grass
I just want all of the hurt to pass
I hold my bloody hands to my ripped open side
I wait for a chance to see the doctor inside
But that will be a very long wait
Because there’s thousands of wounded awaiting their fate
At this small little farm turned to a surgical den
That’s now filled to the brim with busted up men
A bloodied pile of amputated limbs is nearby
While from the house comes many a scream and cry
I was put under this tree because they had no space
“Just leave him to die,” said a nurse with a stone face
“His injuries are fatal, we can’t treat him here.”
“We don’t have the supplies or the help, I fear.”
So I lay here underneath the pretty blue sky
With nothing to do but wait to die.
To Be Continued…
A NOTE OF THANKS.
I am very pleased to announce that this month, this website hit a mind-blowing 1,000 followers. I am truly amazed at how many people have come to hear what I have to say in the blogosphere, and I couldn’t be more grateful for the support. When I started this blog, I really was afraid of the internet. I was afraid people would be mean and nasty. I was afraid this would hurt more than it helped. But WordPress, and the friends I have made here, has become one of my greatest sources of comfort and morale boosters, and for that, I truly thank you. To the many more adventures we will share in the days to come!