Changing Perspectives

Tue, 03/13/2018 - 18:56 -- njack

I am a troubled teen.  My mother thought it best

to send me to the colonies so i saild to the west.

My uncle is a colonel over Brittish fighing men.

(You'll know this other famous guy, last name, Franklin; first name, Ben).

I came from Brittain and so I thought these soldiers had my back.

As war waged on I realized my ideas were out of whack.

These soldiers were determined not to give up without a fight.  

Ben tried to play the peacemaker but, alas, the dust he did bite.

I joined with Benedict Arnold to find George Washington.

When we arrived in Florida, his hanging had been done.

However, in a twist of fate my father we did find in a jail cell where we thought George was.

It nearly blew my mind.

George was not there, he had been killed. 

The only thing to do, was use a cannon as a ram

to make a doorway through.

We fled to Lousianna.  The Yankees fought the Brits.

It did not end well for the Yanks.

They got beaten to tiny bits.

 

 

This poem is about: 
My country

Comments

njack

When I was in the 8th grade we read the book The Year of the Hangman by Gary Blackwood in my English class.  We had a big end-of-the-year project which had a list of several smaller projects from which we could choose.  In addition to making a front page newspaper article, dialectical journal, and a "colonial phraseology" dictionary, I also wrote this poem.  Each smaller project was graded and, in particular, this poem received an "A", 15/15 points, and my teacher also included "WOW!"  I hope you enjoyed reading it. 

Warobare

You wrote very nice poem! I really enjoy reading it. I always need help on essay writing from DoAHomework because I don't like essay writing at all, but as for poems... I adore writing them. You always take a part of your soul in what you write, don't you?