Thursday, October 30, 2008

assigmnet 8 poems


Men dying from left to right
Many casualties in sight
Men taken each lives
And fleeing in fright

A battle like this
Was one thing for sure
July the 1st
The bloodiest war -+

Many daughters that cry
Plenty mothers that morn
On this forsaken day
Just acknowledge the corn

That the tide is turned
A lesson is learned
The north is powerful
Your town will be burned

A change in the war
Has just occurred
This is a change some
Couldn’t afford


1 comment:

carrie said...

Well done. Your 3rd and 4th stanzas are particularly good. Just curious-what is corn slang for?
Can you think of a better title?
34/70 points. Missing second poem