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Gather people for a story so profound, Not created by me, But a rare, rare reality, Where forces so profound converged, Generations forward were forever altered. Where one person's heroics were another's fatal error Where a family's love was smothered in the churning waters of Big Lagoon. Big Lagoon sits north of Agate Beach shining treasures can be found in the gathering sands To the west, The ocean rises and falls To the east, The lagoon's placid grassy waters roll. It was an Indian Summer's warm, warm day, Everything it promised was delivered. Two days after Thanksgiving, I remember it well, the fog was gone, the sun was high. A family dog beach walk Howard and Mary, Olivia, Gregory, every one called him Geddie, Geddie's girlfriend, Lily. The family dog, Fran, chasing sticks in the ocean and in the sand. Time stopped for a diamond moment, sun reflecting off the ocean. To chase a stick Fran ran a ten foot wave took her under. Geddie ankle deep edged forward when within that frozen moment another giant wave emerged the cliff that is the sand gave in, in the merciless embrace of the terrible wave, He was pulled under. Down the beach Howard ran plunged into the waters to save his son, He only found Kingdom come. While Geddie made his way out of those frozen waters and could not find his father, Called by what unknown voice, He dove back under, Not to be found for hours and miles later. What is the power of love which would propel each one? Mary watching this unfold could not abide their fate and herself plunged in for one last attempt at saving grace. The ocean says "Many have fallen in but few survive." Mary and Howard rolled in and out in that frozen water's breath. While Olivia and Lily frantically called 911 and struggled on the beach out of reach. The power of the ocean the power of love had made three one. 30 minutes later Fran ran out looking to play one more round. If by the Pacific Ocean you stand see urgent footprints in the sand, By chance you hear the plaintive cry of "Marco Polo" voices calling to one another, It is the ocean singing their last lullaby.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 12:36 PM UTC
sjr1000
The Tragedy at Big Lagoon/A True Story of the power of Love
Gather people for a story so profound, Not created by me, But a rare, rare reality, Where forces so profound converged, Generations forward were forever altered. Where one person's heroics were another's fatal error Where a family's love was smothered in the churning waters of Big Lagoon. Big Lagoon sits north of Agate Beach shining treasures can be found in the gathering sands To the west, The ocean rises and falls To the east, The lagoon's placid grassy waters roll. It was an Indian Summer's warm, warm day, Everything it promised was delivered. Two days after Thanksgiving, I remember it well, the fog was gone, the sun was high. A family dog beach walk Howard and Mary, Olivia, Gregory, every one called him Geddie, Geddie's girlfriend, Lily. The family dog, Fran, chasing sticks in the ocean and in the sand. Time stopped for a diamond moment, sun reflecting off the ocean. To chase a stick Fran ran a ten foot wave took her under. Geddie ankle deep edged forward when within that frozen moment another giant wave emerged the cliff that is the sand gave in, in the merciless embrace of the terrible wave, He was pulled under. Down the beach Howard ran plunged into the waters to save his son, He only found Kingdom come. While Geddie made his way out of those frozen waters and could not find his father, Called by what unknown voice, He dove back under, Not to be found for hours and miles later. What is the power of love which would propel each one? Mary watching this unfold could not abide their fate and herself plunged in for one last attempt at saving grace. The ocean says "Many have fallen in but few survive." Mary and Howard rolled in and out in that frozen water's breath. While Olivia and Lily frantically called 911 and struggled on the beach out of reach. The power of the ocean the power of love had made three one. 30 minutes later Fran ran out looking to play one more round. If by the Pacific Ocean you stand see urgent footprints in the sand, By chance you hear the plaintive cry of "Marco Polo" voices calling to one another, It is the ocean singing their last lullaby.
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Come on down to your Fletcher’s Store It has all your needs to complete your chore Marshal has it all you see? Be it tools or p.p.e. Obtaining kit is not that hard If you have your induction card But without your little piece of plastic The treatment you get could well be drastic Other than that, a cost code will do That will prevent any further ado If Marshal is otherwise indisposed Help is near, it has been disclosed His faithful helper Spiderman Will always help you where he can On the PC he also goes Logged on as Marshal, I suppose But back to the master of the store He knows what’s behind every closed door What stock he has, he knows off hand spanners, raincoats , every little gland a special order or a request You can be sure, he’ll do his best He is a man of his word At toolboxes you may have heard Laying down the law, giving you grief Hoping to catch the lowly thief Spending time with him, I have found He is a rock, steadfast, morally sound And if at times you may need a friend Someone to listen, maybe an ear to bend Someone there, sound and steady You can count on Marshal Geddie. Ernest 28 July 2011 (VPT)
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 10:49 PM UTC
ernest-welthagen
Marshal G
Come on down to your Fletcher’s Store It has all your needs to complete your chore Marshal has it all you see? Be it tools or p.p.e. Obtaining kit is not that hard If you have your induction card But without your little piece of plastic The treatment you get could well be drastic Other than that, a cost code will do That will prevent any further ado If Marshal is otherwise indisposed Help is near, it has been disclosed His faithful helper Spiderman Will always help you where he can On the PC he also goes Logged on as Marshal, I suppose But back to the master of the store He knows what’s behind every closed door What stock he has, he knows off hand spanners, raincoats , every little gland a special order or a request You can be sure, he’ll do his best He is a man of his word At toolboxes you may have heard Laying down the law, giving you grief Hoping to catch the lowly thief Spending time with him, I have found He is a rock, steadfast, morally sound And if at times you may need a friend Someone to listen, maybe an ear to bend Someone there, sound and steady You can count on Marshal Geddie. Ernest 28 July 2011 (VPT)
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