Poem: “I Am A Church…”
By David Churchill Barrow
This poem was first published at Liberty Island in February 2017…
New Fiction: THE GOAT
By David Churchill Barrow
Lee’s battle plan on the morning of the third day had a lot of moving pieces. Timing would be a factor too, but the Army of Northern Virginia had pulled off such complexities many times in the last two years – against worst odds – and had never failed.
Longstreet didn’t like it…. Didn’t like it at all. “I can safely say there never was a body of fifteen thousand men who could make that attack successfully,” he had warned, but Longstreet was either unaware of, or discounted, Lee’s secret ingredient.
Rites of Passage in Classic Literature for Boys, Part 2: Kidnapped
By David Churchill Barrow
“The round-house was like a shambles; three were dead inside, another lay in his death agony across the threshold; and there were Alan and I victorious and unhurt. He came up to me with open arms. ‘Come to my arms!’ he cried, and embraced and kissed me hard upon both cheeks. ‘David,’ said he, ‘I love you like a brother. And O, man,’ he cried in a kind of ecstasy, ‘am I no’ a bonny fighter?’ Thereupon he turned to the four enemies, passed his sword clean through each of them, and tumbled them out of doors one after the other.”
Thus ended “the siege of the round-house” onboard the brig Covenant in Robert Louis Stevenson’s Kidnapped, and the beginning of David Balfour’s journey from boy to man.
