His daughter wears a cross of gold
Above her heart, around her neck;
A present from her favorite aunt
That she received a few years back.
At night she reads and then she prays,
And settles down for loving rest;
His daughter, with her cross of gold
The grace he knows and loves the best.
[A poem by Beleaguered Servant]
The night knows its own.
The night spreads out its gloomy arms
Embracing minds befogged with hate
Who linger in a shadowed world
Where sickened spirits congregate
They cannot come into the light
For to be seen is agony
The night will always welcome them
The dregs of our humanity
“It is the surmounting of difficulties that makes heroes.”
– Louis Kossuth
I’m guessing not too many folks
Would see this film the way I do
But it’s my blog, these are my thoughts
And this is my dang film review
I admire those who try
To do something that others can’t
I admire those who some
Would look down on as miscreant
This film, it documents such men.
They try to entertain a crowd
And while they are not world renown
I think that they can be quite proud
That they both came and overcame.
And yes, the whole thing’s quite bizarre,
But heroes are made of such as this –
Burke County Heroes? – So they are.
Yes, I am a soy farmer
And I know you eat my product.
You all tease me about it.
Saying, “You’re just a poor soy from a poor family” —
People make fun of me for being a poor soy farmer
I say, “Hey —
Kikkoman while he’s down.”
I used to be quite a bit smarter
I feel it whenever I’m stressed
For seizures have mangled some brain cells
And old age has taken the rest
I think I was once a Rhodes Scholar
And I won a Nobel one Fall –
I’m pretty sure I was once smarter
But now I just cannot recall