Tuesday, January 22, 2008
RANDOM WWI POST
floyd was alone in a churchyards cemetary among new graves of warriors after some travel towards the front when a soldier joined him.
"stick around if you want to hear something good". he said. "that is if that last shell didn't bust the organ. there's a french poilu who has come up here every afternoon at 5 o'clock for the last 3 days and he plays the sweetest music on the organ. it certainly is great. reminds me of when i was an alter boy, back in st. paul."
we waited and soon there came from the rickety old organ loft the soothing tones of an organ. the ancient pipes, sweetened by the benedictions of ages, poured forth melody to the touch of one whose playing was simple, but of the soul. we sat silently among the graves as rays of the dying sun brought to life new colouring in the leaded windows of stained glass behind which a soldier of france swayed at the ivory keyboard and with heavenly harmony ignored those things of death and destruction that might arrive through the air any minute.
then he talks of allied soldiers from muslim areas. and how the wires above ground and had used a crucifix and jesus's bent leg to hook and insulate the wires. 'the crucifixion had become the electrocution'.
floyd was alone in a churchyards cemetary among new graves of warriors after some travel towards the front when a soldier joined him.
"stick around if you want to hear something good". he said. "that is if that last shell didn't bust the organ. there's a french poilu who has come up here every afternoon at 5 o'clock for the last 3 days and he plays the sweetest music on the organ. it certainly is great. reminds me of when i was an alter boy, back in st. paul."
we waited and soon there came from the rickety old organ loft the soothing tones of an organ. the ancient pipes, sweetened by the benedictions of ages, poured forth melody to the touch of one whose playing was simple, but of the soul. we sat silently among the graves as rays of the dying sun brought to life new colouring in the leaded windows of stained glass behind which a soldier of france swayed at the ivory keyboard and with heavenly harmony ignored those things of death and destruction that might arrive through the air any minute.
then he talks of allied soldiers from muslim areas. and how the wires above ground and had used a crucifix and jesus's bent leg to hook and insulate the wires. 'the crucifixion had become the electrocution'.
