The Gray, the Blue, and the Green

Written by Laura Fink


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Andrew smiled as though to himself. "Well, sure, if a turtle's going to talk to me in a vision, no reason why I shouldn't answer it. We're in Virginia, near a place called Farmville. Yesterday around this time, we were nearly decimated by General Lee's troups, who passed through here like a whirlwind. I and my men are all that's left of our regiment, and we've lost contact with other Union forces."

"Andrepparttar date?" Tock asked, breathlessly.

"Aprilrepparttar 118296 eighth,repparttar 118297 year of our Lord 1865."

"Sir, listen to me. Don't give up! If you can just make it to a place called Appomattox by tomorrow morning, you'll be fine!"

"Hmmm, Appomattox... That's a good forty-mile haul from here. But if we started now... I wonder whatrepparttar 118298 hour is, already?"

Tock smiled in relief. Andrew would take his men to Appomattox in time forrepparttar 118299 historic moment of Lee's surrender! He whipped out his laptop and reactivatedrepparttar 118300 screen. "It's only 4:30 inrepparttar 118301 afternoon, sir. You've got plenty of time to..." Suddenly he noticed that Andrew was looking atrepparttar 118302 computer with a dazed expression in his eyes. His head nodded, and then he slumped over in a faint. Tock decided to take advantage of this temporary lapse in Andrew's attention to make his getaway. Scrambling under a bush, he pulled out his laptop again and tried to activaterepparttar 118303 Trizoner clock faces. They were dead. In frustration, he selectionrepparttar 118304 Change Skin function, and looked throughrepparttar 118305 list of clock skins.

"Hmmm. Pizza with extra cheese. I could go for one of those right now!" Tock clicked Apply, and in an instantrepparttar 118306 now-familiar buzz began in his head. (He was starting to like it. "Better than coffee, actually.") His surroundings began to fade. Now a well-seasoned skin traveller, Tock waited a few moments, and, as he expected,repparttar 118307 buzzing stopped. But where was he? All was dark, and some rough material dangling from a low ceiling scratchedrepparttar 118308 top of his head. Trying not to panic, Tock began to crawl. All he had to guide him wasrepparttar 118309 faint sound of voices inrepparttar 118310 distance, andrepparttar 118311 tantalizing scent of a hot pizza, probably oozing with extra cheese...

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YOUR DRUM (Poem)

Written by OSORO P. J. NYAWANGAH


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Be proud Of your own drum People are eager To listen torepparttar tune The tune of your precious Drum of yours No specific qualification Needed to play well But will and seriousness Play it well and loud For itís yours Play your own drum No one else Can play it for you.

Shallrepparttar 118295 driver Driverepparttar 118296 tailors sewing machine? Shallrepparttar 118297 farmer Harvest withrepparttar 118298 surgeonís scalpel? Shallrepparttar 118299 fisherman Paddle withrepparttar 118300 soldierís gun? Shallrepparttar 118301 nurse Inject with teachers chalk? Shallrepparttar 118302 chef Bakerepparttar 118303 masonís dough? Then play on otherís drum But your own!

Play your own drum Play it well and loud Have a grip of it and Use your talent Enjoy your own tune and do not be surprised Then, beforerepparttar 118304 sum is done Every one will recognize The sound of your drum They will dance Torepparttar 118305 tune of drum And crown you!

FREELANCE JOURNALIST, DISTRICT POLITICAL PARTY SECRETARY AND AFRICAN CULTURAL ADVOCATE


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