Archive for August, 2020

Monday 31st August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 31, 2020 by bishshat

Today the 31st August is the last full posting from The Field. I may post if the weather is special or the grandchildren want to have pictures taken or if I find anything interesting after its ploughed but 20 years is long enough.

Also this website design has become so difficult after updates its a fucking pain in the arse.

Sunday 30th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 30, 2020 by bishshat

Friday 28th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 28, 2020 by bishshat

Monday 24th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 24, 2020 by bishshat

Saturday 22nd August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 24, 2020 by bishshat

Friday 21st August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 24, 2020 by bishshat

Thursday 20th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 21, 2020 by bishshat

Tuesday 18th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 19, 2020 by bishshat

Sunday 16th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 17, 2020 by bishshat

The Green Eye Of The Little Yellow God

J. Milton Hayes

There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There’s a little marble cross below the town;
There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

He was known as “Mad Carew” by the subs at Khatmandu,
He was hotter than they felt inclined to tell;
But for all his foolish pranks, he was worshipped in the ranks,
And the Colonel’s daughter smiled on him as well.

He had loved her all along, with a passion of the strong,
The fact that she loved him was plain to all.
She was nearly twenty-one and arrangements had begun
To celebrate her birthday with a ball.

He wrote to ask what present she would like from Mad Carew;
They met next day as he dismissed a squad;
And jestingly she told him then that nothing else would do
But the green eye of the little Yellow God.

On the night before the dance, Mad Carew seemed in a trance,
And they chaffed him as they puffed at their cigars:
But for once he failed to smile, and he sat alone awhile,
Then went out into the night beneath the stars.

He returned before the dawn, with his shirt and tunic torn,
And a gash across his temple dripping red;
He was patched up right away, and he slept through all the day,
And the Colonel’s daughter watched beside his bed.

He woke at last and asked if they could send his tunic through;
She brought it, and he thanked her with a nod;
He bade her search the pocket saying “That’s from Mad Carew,”
And she found the little green eye of the god.

She upbraided poor Carew in the way that women do,
Though both her eyes were strangely hot and wet;
But she wouldn’t take the stone and Mad Carew was left alone
With the jewel that he’d chanced his life to get.

When the ball was at its height, on that still and tropic night,
She thought of him and hurried to his room;
As she crossed the barrack square she could hear the dreamy air
Of a waltz tune softly stealing thro’ the gloom.

His door was open wide, with silver moonlight shining through;
The place was wet and slipp’ry where she trod;
An ugly knife lay buried in the heart of Mad Carew,
‘Twas the “Vengeance of the Little Yellow God.”

There’s a one-eyed yellow idol to the north of Khatmandu,
There’s a little marble cross below the town;
There’s a broken-hearted woman tends the grave of Mad Carew,
And the Yellow God forever gazes down.

Saturday 15th August 2020

Posted in Life the Universe and Other Things on August 15, 2020 by bishshat