Sunday Poetry Series

Greetings All,

Welcome to the Post-Thanksgiving 11 hour road trip Sunday Poetry Series. I am back from the balmy Gulf Coast, specifically Mobile, Alabama...ROLL TIDE!

The trip was great, filled with the usual Thanksgiving delicacies and a few distinctively southern twists. The gumbo was fabulous and the po-boy and onion rings at The Dew Drop Inn (a Mobile tradition I highly recommend if you have any room at all left on your bad cholesterol scale) will give your taste buds a southern drawl. AND... I managed to eat at What-A-Burger three times..I have to get that fix in whenever possible ( I was raised on this Texas tradition and there are no WAB's within several hundred miles of where I live now).

Thanks to all of you who left comments on my Thanksgiving post and I certainly hope you all had a wonderful holiday with friends and family as well.

Things happening while I have been on blogging vacation. Bombings in Mumbai and one poor Soul who found working at Wal-Mart to be deadly. In keeping with my usual habit of focusing more on my own backyard (country) I will be leaving the editorializing on the tragedy in Mumbai to the more internationally focused. I know I am a little late chiming in on the Wal-Mart tragedy but I feel a real controversial post coming on about that incident. That will be forthcoming tomorrow or the next day depending on my level of catching up from having been away from home for the last 6 days.

For the moment I would like to dedicate this Sunday Poetry Series entry to the young man, Jdimytai Damour, who died in an American consumersitic feeding frenzy.
He had family, he had friends, they all say he was a real nice guy. He was 34. He had songs left to write that will never be heard now.

The reports say the Wal-Mart crowd was angry at having to stop shopping while they removed his body and managed the scene of his senseless death. Incredible.

To Those Without Pity
Edna St. Vincent Millay

Cruel of heart, lay down my song,

Your reading eyes have done me wrong,

Not for you was the pen bitten,

And the mind wrung, and the song written.
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Peace Y'all