Thursday, November 12, 2009

Here all the bonds fade away...

When we arrive, sons and daughters--
We'll make our homes on the water!

These currents pull us across the border.
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder!
Until tides are pulled, hold our grounds--
Making this cold harbor home!!

Take up your arms, sons and daughters--
We will arise from the bunkers!
By land, by sea, by dirigible--
We'll leave our tracks untraceable!


  1. Okay... I am so done with this collage thingy...come home...


M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...