by Lime_Green_Rubi » January 20th, 2012, 8:20 am
[color=#00BF40]Desert Dog[/color] [color=#BF0040]"Lime Green, when you are around us long enough, you will soon realize that we have NEVER canceled a run due to snow, rain, heat, or even wild fires "[/color] [color=#00BF40]look at my join date. I am surprised with you EVEN mentioning cancellation of said event. Surely you are not intimating that I (sometimes pronounced Aye!) have suggested cancellation. The elements sing their siren song to which we all come hither.[/color]
DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOOD NIGHT
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rage at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Dylan Thomas
"If we don't hang together, we shall certainly hang separately"