Ah, where to begin.
only took 12 weeks to realize that, well, its not my thing.
I enjoy sports, play a handful.
Tennis, Baseball, Ski, Hockey.
That being said I decided the title of this blog was fitting.
Going to leave you with my favorite poem.
Walt Whitman’s Pioneers o Pioneers.
COME my tan-faced children,
Have you your pistols?
have you your sharp-edged axes?
Do they droop and end their lesson, wearied over there beyond the
seas?
O beloved race in all!
O my breast aches with tender love for all!
Are there some of us to droop and die?
has the hour come?
Then upon the march we fittest die, soon and sure the gap is fill’d.
O you young and elder daughters!
O you mothers and you wives!
Never must you be divided, in our ranks you move united,
Minstrels latent on the prairies!
Do the corpulent sleepers sleep?
have they lock’d and bolted doors?
Still be ours the diet hard, and the blanket on the ground,
Has the night descended?
Was the road of late so toilsome?
did we stop discouraged nodding
on our way?
how loud and clear I hear it
wind,
Swift!
to the head of the army!-swift!
spring to your places,
