Saint Blogger's Day, August 12th, Run The Woodlands

Saint Blogger's Day - Run The Woodlands, August 12

(with apologies to W Shakespeare, by Sir Joe Carey)
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Sir Edwin Quarles: O that we now had here

But one ten thousand of those men in Houston

That do no work to-day!

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King Jon: What's he that wishes so?

My cousin Sir Edwin? No, my fair cousin;

If we are mark'd to die, we are enow

To do our club loss; and if to live,

The fewer men, the greater share of honour.

God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.

By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,

Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;

It yearns me not if men my garments wear;

Such outward things dwell not in my desires.

But if it be a sin to covet honour,

I am the most offending soul alive.

No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from Houston.

God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour

As one man more methinks would share from me

For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!

Rather proclaim it, Sir Edwin, through my host,

That he which hath no stomach to this fight,

Let him depart; his passport shall be made,

And crowns for convoy put into his purse;

We would not die in that man's company

That fears his fellowship to die with us.

This day is call'd the feast of Blogger.

He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,

Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,

And rouse him at the name of Blogger.

He that shall live this day, and see old age,

Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,

And say 'To-morrow is Saint Blogger.'

Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,

And say 'These wounds I had on Blogger's day.'

Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,

But he'll remember, with advantages,

What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,

Familiar in his mouth as household words-

Cassie the Queen, Vic and Keith,

Sarah and Holden, Francesca and Donna-

Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.

This story shall the good man teach his son;

And Blogger Blogger shall ne'er go by,

From this day to the ending of the world,

But we in it shall be remembered-

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;

For he to-day that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,

This day shall gentle his condition; And gentlemen in Houston now-a-bed

Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,

And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks

That fought with us upon Saint Blogger's day

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All bloggers are invited to join us for a pre-race reading at 7:45 a.m.
Next year's Saint Blogger's Day, Saturday, June 9th, 2007