Posted by
Peppermint2 on Thursday, August 13, 2009 12:49:03 AM
There will be no more chapter to the Acorn series since my series has turned out to be prophetically true. Scary, but nonetheless, the truth stands. What I had started to write is now becoming a reality. So what fun is there in writing fiction that has turned into reality?
I will tell all of you, that the plans for following chapters included Mrs. Acorn being exterminated for her mental breakdown, her child was confiscated and since he had red hair was also exterminated. Rusty, aghast at what was happening found no other choice but to join forces with the underground run by Crawfish who lived down the street. Crawfish and Willie Slocum Beau worked to get people out of the state back into Texas where that state had seceded from the Union and therefore not under the government's tyranny.
Sorry folks, Obummer beat me to the story. If I had not had so much harsh reality going on in my own life I would have gotten the story finished before Obummer. But, alas, he has worked with lighting speed to turn our country into the Soviet USA or Cuba.
Now, to end this on a good and bright note is the following which you can all sing along to:
Oh, say can you see by the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars thru the perilous fight,
O'er the ramparts we watched were so gallantly streaming?
And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
Oh, say does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion,
A home and a country should leave us no more!
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved home and the war's desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: "In God is our trust."
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!