I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier, I brought him up to be my pride and joy. Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder, and shoot some other mother's darling boy? Let nations arbitrate their future troubles, It's time to lay the sword and gun away. There'd be no war today, If mothers all would say, I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.
I'm a journalist, and have been since July 1971, which is when I started full-time, daily work. I worked for 29.7 years for The Atlanta Journal Constitution and eight years before that for The Associated Press in a number of states, winding up in Manhattan. Before earning a journalism degree I also worked at two weeklies, and after accepting a "voluntary" buyout in 2008 have written for many publications. So I’ve been at this a while. Awaiting publication of a book on mid-19th century newspapers.
This blog also will be used to store random things that I find interesting, funny or sad, such as poems, studies, pictures, essays. I'm getting old and by glancing at this blog I will be able to remember what I would otherwise forget. Or what I have forgotten. You know.
They put up the sign on the urinal just for you. How accomodating!
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Too tired to write? How many potatoes have you pealed?
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I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier,
ReplyDeleteI brought him up to be my pride and joy.
Who dares to place a musket on his shoulder,
and shoot some other mother's darling boy?
Let nations arbitrate their future troubles,
It's time to lay the sword and gun away.
There'd be no war today,
If mothers all would say,
I didn't raise my boy to be a soldier.