wheelgunslinger
Member
Gods help me, I've had the audacity to mess with the work of Yeats- my favorite poet- and one of his best poems.
The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to the shooting range,
And a shoot house build there, of studs and plywood made;
Nine pistol rows will I have there, concessions for the hungry,
And train in good company of gunnies
And I shall have success there, for skill comes from training,
Dropping warm shells from morning to when the cricket sings;
There twilight is all a glimmer with campfire and supper,
And evening full of talk of noisy things.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the crack of report and am warmed by fraternity;
While I stand in the ballot box, or in the alleys dark,
I remember for what we're fighting..
The Lake Isle of Innisfree.
I WILL arise and go now, and go to the shooting range,
And a shoot house build there, of studs and plywood made;
Nine pistol rows will I have there, concessions for the hungry,
And train in good company of gunnies
And I shall have success there, for skill comes from training,
Dropping warm shells from morning to when the cricket sings;
There twilight is all a glimmer with campfire and supper,
And evening full of talk of noisy things.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear the crack of report and am warmed by fraternity;
While I stand in the ballot box, or in the alleys dark,
I remember for what we're fighting..
