Archive for March 17th, 2012

Somebody said that it couldn’t be done
   But he with a chuckle replied
That “maybe it couldn’t,” but he would be one
   Who wouldn’t say so till he’d tried.
So he buckled right in with the trace of a grin
   On his face.  If he worried he hid it.
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
   That couldn’t be done, and he did it!
Somebody scoffed: “Oh, you’ll never do that;
   At least no one ever has done it;”
But he took off his coat and he took off his hat
   And the first thing we knew he’d begun it.
With a lift of his chin and a bit of a grin,
   Without any doubting or quiddit,
He started to sing as he tackled the thing
   That couldn’t be done, and he did it.
There are thousands to tell you it cannot be done,
   There are thousands to prophesy failure,
There are thousands to point out to you one by one,
   The dangers that wait to assail you.
But just buckle in with a bit of a grin,
   Just take off your coat and go to it;
Just start in to sing as you tackle the thing
   That “cannot be done,” and you’ll do it.
    —    Written by: Edgar Albert Guest
[Sometimes I find a poem I like, but because it’s newly discovered, it doesn’t really fall under the heading of “favorites” and so doesn’t end up on my Poems page.  This is one of those.  At first it’s childish.  Read it again and you find yourself smiling.  Read it again and it seems profound.
I found this poem at one of the blogs I follow:
David Kanigan:  Inspiration, Ideas & Information
He, in turn, found it at:  www.poetryfoundation.org
Have fun looking at both!!    —    KMAB]

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So they’ve got us surrounded, the poor Bastards!
    —    Anonymous GI in Bastogne (during the Battle of the Bulge)
December 22, 1944
[As a youth, I remember reading a story about a Turkish squad (with a US advisor) trapped in a foxhole and surrounded by the enemy during the Korean War.  The Turks were fighting on the side of the United Nations forces (together with the US).  The writer commented, that while he feared for his life, the Turks were happy as hell because no matter what direction they fired, they could be assured of hitting an enemy.  I guess there is ALWAYS some silver lining to even the darkest cloud.    —    KMAB]

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