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Today I had both lunches because of Ms. Mathew's birthday. That's the only flux there was in my day. I didn't get to read my ballad though I think it was ok so I'll post it here.
A young farmer boy gets up to do his daily work.
Planting crops and repairing his house are important things in his life.
He lives a simple life that doesn’t have a quirk.
He just enjoys the work he does and the company of his wife.
A life like this is but a dream.
Life may go smoothly but there are disturbances that can make it hexed
Across the wide and calm plains there was a scream.
A neighboring town was under siege and this town knew they would be next.
Both men and women were preparing for the coming fight.
Some armed with swords and others with shovels and spades.
The invaders entered the town and faced the townsfolk who were bathed in courageous light.
The townsfolk wished it was just a bad dream but the invaders didn’t fade.
The young farmer watched the space between the forces diminish and the fighting begin.
Many invaders and townsfolk fell in the first few seconds and people continued to fall.
The young farmer ran out to help his neighbors, his battle cry only adding to the din.
When he reached the invaders who wore vicious looking armor he couldn’t help but feel small.
He struck many killing blows until one slipped into him.
All he could think of was the swirling plains, farming, and his wife.
Blood trickling from his lips, he slid off the blade as things started to get dim.
And before he died he whispered, “It was a good life.”
That's it, you can critique it or do whatever it is you do when you read my entries.
A young farmer boy gets up to do his daily work.
Planting crops and repairing his house are important things in his life.
He lives a simple life that doesn’t have a quirk.
He just enjoys the work he does and the company of his wife.
A life like this is but a dream.
Life may go smoothly but there are disturbances that can make it hexed
Across the wide and calm plains there was a scream.
A neighboring town was under siege and this town knew they would be next.
Both men and women were preparing for the coming fight.
Some armed with swords and others with shovels and spades.
The invaders entered the town and faced the townsfolk who were bathed in courageous light.
The townsfolk wished it was just a bad dream but the invaders didn’t fade.
The young farmer watched the space between the forces diminish and the fighting begin.
Many invaders and townsfolk fell in the first few seconds and people continued to fall.
The young farmer ran out to help his neighbors, his battle cry only adding to the din.
When he reached the invaders who wore vicious looking armor he couldn’t help but feel small.
He struck many killing blows until one slipped into him.
All he could think of was the swirling plains, farming, and his wife.
Blood trickling from his lips, he slid off the blade as things started to get dim.
And before he died he whispered, “It was a good life.”
That's it, you can critique it or do whatever it is you do when you read my entries.