Poem of the day
I was in the neighborhood, feeling a bit daffy...
Horace Jeffery Hodges, the renowned "Professor of Seoul", has inspired me to post some scribblings of my own here (mostly because I can't think of a thing to write).
This is a bit late but, if you can take yourself back to July 4th and a feeling of patriotism, I give you this (written long long ago):
Upon Visiting The Bunker Hill Monument
Here they stood and down they gazed,
poised and panting, muskets raised.
And in their hearts (no daunted bleat)
the pounding sound of freedom beat.
And as the advancing forces came
they swallowed hard and took their aim.
Far outgunned and far outmanned,
yet still they held this mound of land.
And I can can see their faces here,
ardent and brilliant in courage and fear.
Now time does turn and time replace
and here delivers my ardent face,
which swallows hard in admiration
for those who made this hill a nation.
Horace Jeffery Hodges, the renowned "Professor of Seoul", has inspired me to post some scribblings of my own here (mostly because I can't think of a thing to write).
This is a bit late but, if you can take yourself back to July 4th and a feeling of patriotism, I give you this (written long long ago):
Upon Visiting The Bunker Hill Monument
Here they stood and down they gazed,
poised and panting, muskets raised.
And in their hearts (no daunted bleat)
the pounding sound of freedom beat.
And as the advancing forces came
they swallowed hard and took their aim.
Far outgunned and far outmanned,
yet still they held this mound of land.
And I can can see their faces here,
ardent and brilliant in courage and fear.
Now time does turn and time replace
and here delivers my ardent face,
which swallows hard in admiration
for those who made this hill a nation.
posted by Wonderdog | 12:04 AM | Permalink
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6 Comments:
I'd suggest some changes to consider:
Upon Visiting The Bunker Hill Monument
Here they stood and down they gazed,
poised and panting, muskets raised.
And in their hearts (no daunted bleat)
the pounding sound of freedom beat.
And as advancing forces came
they swallowed hard and took their aim.
So far outgunned and far outmanned,
yet still they held this mound of land.
And I can can see their faces here,
ardent, brilliant courage, fear.
But standing firm, so firm they held
That foe and friend, they both were felled.
Now, time does turn and time replace,
and here now bows my ardent face.
Yet stand I still in admiration
for those who made this hill a nation.
Anyway, some things to consider ... if only to complete the rhyme scheme and better approximate the meter.
Jeffery Hodges
* * *
Let me try. I'm into minimalism.
Solders gathered
Brave and outgunned
Some were killed
I got faklempt thinking about it.
So I wrote this poem.
The End
Great job, WD.
KM,
You need to visit the kennel more often. You have your dogs confused.
Stewdog
Stewdog, you "faklempt"? Don't let Coach catch you doing that or you'll be sitting on the bench for a long time!
Jeffery Hodges
* * *
I'm a discreet faklempter. Don't want to be ridin' the pines.
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