Hey.
I haven’t been getting a lot of ideas recently, so I thought I would give you all something to read while I cook something up.
The poem below was something I wrote in 7th grade, and was for a literature recital.
Enjoy. (Pardon the format, WP wouldn’t allow me to post it otherwise.)
They were marching
Marching through.
Although they were losing
And some possibly dying
It does not matter
As the Reds always knew
Through their lying
That they were marching
Marching through.
They were traveling through the valleys
The valleys of death
When the Reds came into the valleys
The valleys of death
The soldiers didn’t flinch
And they fought the Reds.
Many have perished
Many more have been shot
But through their bloodshed
They were marching
Marching through.
They traveled the jungle
The harsh jungle
When they found the Reds in the jungle
In the harsh jungle
They swung out of trees
And threw hives of bees
But still, the soldiers fought.
They got caught in traps
And lost a lot
Arms
Legs
And some
Their lives
While others
Their sanity.
But through the trees
And traps
They were marching
Marching through.
They were running till the border
The border of the theater
Running with their guns
Running with their yells
Some ran into knives
Others couldn’t run no more
While some
Couldn’t live anymore.
They dove past the thin Red line
Wrapped in its flag
They didn’t meet victory yet
Only silver bullets
But still
After the defeat
And many
Many bodies
They were marching
Marching through.
They reached the fort
The one far
Far from the port
And they fought
Fought till the last of their souls
Even after
The cannonballs roll.
They lost many
Many who were dead
But persisted
Up the stairs
Under gunfire
And bright
Rigid
Flares.
But they reached the top
Above the crops
And the Reds
Who were now
Good as dead
They ripped the flag
And threw it out
In a bag.
They put their own
They glistened with happiness
And sorrow
But still the lives that were gained
Were fulfilled
As they fulfilled
The borrow.
But after the victory
And the death
Along
With applause
Some
Without a certain clause
They were marching back
But marching through.