Battle Poem (c)Spears and arrows rain down
Swords and bodies falling to the ground
The noise of battle everywhere
The scent of death is in the air
The army charges, the king at the head
But who knew he would soon lie on his deathbed?
I charge with the king at the battle call
But I could feel he would soon fall
The sword slashed at him
And he collapsed
We started to run
And the battle was done…
Ben
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Great "battle scene" - reminded me of long-ago days when our boys were making their own "Claymation" home videos. LOVED the poem too! Kudos to the author ;-)
God bless and keep you,
Mary Pierce
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