Writing is most amusing when it plays with your emotions. It makes me laugh; it makes me cry; it makes me think; and, it makes me begin things that I don't always finish. At the end, I seem to always find myself refreshed.
DEAD, with their eyes to the foe,
Dead, with the foe at their feet;
Under the sky laid low
Truly their slumber is sweet,
Though the wind from the Camp of the
Slain Men blow,
And the rain on the wilderness beat.