My name is Harvey Booth and I am just short of 1000 years old.
That good enough for you mikey?
Get out a magnifying glass and guesswho the two faces in the smallest picture is, hint: its not Tom Felton.
Gotta new avatar ignore the above snetence.
Favourite poem:
I saw a man this morning
Who did not wish to die
I...
more »My name is Harvey Booth and I am just short of 1000 years old.
That good enough for you mikey?
Get out a magnifying glass and guesswho the two faces in the smallest picture is, hint: its not Tom Felton.
Gotta new avatar ignore the above snetence.
Favourite poem:
I saw a man this morning
Who did not wish to die
I ask, and cannot answer,
If otherwise wish I.
Fair broke the day this morning
Against the Dardanelles ;
The breeze blew soft, the morn's cheeks
Were cold as cold sea-shells
But other shells are waiting
Across the Aegean sea,
Shrapnel and high explosive,
Shells and hells for me.
O hell of ships and cities,
Hell of men like me,
Fatal second Helen,
Why must I follow thee ?
Achilles came to Troyland
And I to Chersonese :
He turned from wrath to battle,
And I from three days' peace.
Was it so hard, Achilles,
So very hard to die ?
Thou knewest and I know not-
So much the happier I.
I will go back this morning
From Imbros over the sea ;
Stand in the trench, Achilles,
Flame-capped, and shout for me.
Patrick Shaw Stewart 1916
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