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Backing up all my writing files and found this one from high school that I enjoyed. We were to do a write on the Canteberry tales. I decided to write my own rendition of it.... vaguely flirting with the idea of completing it with all the characters
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Survival of the American Spirit
There was a small group of American infantry
that was separated and captured you see,
and all the while they were retained
by their enemies, not a one complained
of the hunger, pain, or heat,
their focus stayed on their mission to complete.
Many brave souls I found in that lot,
of their stories I have not forgot,
for they were brave, courageous, and true,
each paying his country her dues
with sacrifices and even their life,
they fought her battles with great strife.
Through thick and thin they had been,
and so this is how their stories begin.
The youngest of the bunch had twenty-two years,
he had a heart the size of his ears
(which were quite large I might add
inherited I think from his dad.)
He was a small-town boy straight off the farm,
he had never been in the way of harm
except for one day when his tractor ran amuck,
but that he said was just his own dumb luck.
He was a good lad, honest and strong,
and he possessed a rich voice when it came to song.
All in all, he kept his mates young with hope,
and he recited them scriptures when they couldn’t cope.
A doctor was among them as well,
he knew every procedure to the precise detail,
from how to remove shrapnel to healing each wound,
over all his patients he would fuss and fume.
From morning till night till morning again,
he’d always work or sometimes write with pen,
and never a moment did he spare,
of written work none could compare
to his serious poems or ridiculous tales,
wherever he went he left a paper trail.
He loved to live and loved to learn,
and for a precious child he did yearn,
for his wife was back home in the States,
but her condition seemed to always be in debate
and on his mind I have no doubt,
but there was never a day that he pout.
With him was a women of great wit,
even the Captain would sometimes bite his lip,
because she had a knack for making people laugh,
sometimes her jokes cut the time in half.
Her greatest talent lied not in her tales,
nor in her seductive nature of males,
but in the kitchen it did lie,
her grandmother’s lessons she applied.
To her survival cooking was at best,
a wonderful challenge, an all-out test,
to her training and skilled hands,
she was the best of all the lands.
Now we gather to the pretty two,
brothers they were without a clue,
about how the real world really ran,
of them I was not a particular fan.
They were fit and athletically trim,
though their brains were altogether dim,
and while one was two years younger I think,
the other fancied the color pink.
A strange pair they were indeed,
their motto was rooted in the infamous creed
of living for the moment and party of life,
I doubt either will find a partner or wife.
Both were party people and very happy,
( a habit they claimed to get from their pappy)
perhaps of their life I have said enough,
they were in over their heads with this military stuff.
The loner of the group was a real treasure,
lighting ants on fire was his idea of pleasure,
and every morning his workouts were religious,
muscles tattooed with barbed wire marked him prestigious.
Yes sir, I thought he was real tough,
his arms were certainly very buff,
but in a war its often not the brawn
that makes it through the night and to the next dawn.
By day, this man had no fear,
yet at night he was the first to tear,
and every soldier would come to his side,
he said if they spoke of it, they would die.
One person held all these together,
The Captain, his skin brown, tanned as leather.
I couldn’t believe his patience and strength,
no one could comprehend the length,
that this man went for his men and nation,
a teacher at heart, he was their foundation,
(though not of course above the Lord our God.)
He could command them with a single nod,
and each solider would listen at attention,
for they knew their escape would be of his invention.
Day after day they patiently waited,
until one evening his plan was simply stated,
that they would trick their enemy’s mind,
and not a single soldier would be left behind.
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Survival of the American Spirit
There was a small group of American infantry
that was separated and captured you see,
and all the while they were retained
by their enemies, not a one complained
of the hunger, pain, or heat,
their focus stayed on their mission to complete.
Many brave souls I found in that lot,
of their stories I have not forgot,
for they were brave, courageous, and true,
each paying his country her dues
with sacrifices and even their life,
they fought her battles with great strife.
Through thick and thin they had been,
and so this is how their stories begin.
The youngest of the bunch had twenty-two years,
he had a heart the size of his ears
(which were quite large I might add
inherited I think from his dad.)
He was a small-town boy straight off the farm,
he had never been in the way of harm
except for one day when his tractor ran amuck,
but that he said was just his own dumb luck.
He was a good lad, honest and strong,
and he possessed a rich voice when it came to song.
All in all, he kept his mates young with hope,
and he recited them scriptures when they couldn’t cope.
A doctor was among them as well,
he knew every procedure to the precise detail,
from how to remove shrapnel to healing each wound,
over all his patients he would fuss and fume.
From morning till night till morning again,
he’d always work or sometimes write with pen,
and never a moment did he spare,
of written work none could compare
to his serious poems or ridiculous tales,
wherever he went he left a paper trail.
He loved to live and loved to learn,
and for a precious child he did yearn,
for his wife was back home in the States,
but her condition seemed to always be in debate
and on his mind I have no doubt,
but there was never a day that he pout.
With him was a women of great wit,
even the Captain would sometimes bite his lip,
because she had a knack for making people laugh,
sometimes her jokes cut the time in half.
Her greatest talent lied not in her tales,
nor in her seductive nature of males,
but in the kitchen it did lie,
her grandmother’s lessons she applied.
To her survival cooking was at best,
a wonderful challenge, an all-out test,
to her training and skilled hands,
she was the best of all the lands.
Now we gather to the pretty two,
brothers they were without a clue,
about how the real world really ran,
of them I was not a particular fan.
They were fit and athletically trim,
though their brains were altogether dim,
and while one was two years younger I think,
the other fancied the color pink.
A strange pair they were indeed,
their motto was rooted in the infamous creed
of living for the moment and party of life,
I doubt either will find a partner or wife.
Both were party people and very happy,
( a habit they claimed to get from their pappy)
perhaps of their life I have said enough,
they were in over their heads with this military stuff.
The loner of the group was a real treasure,
lighting ants on fire was his idea of pleasure,
and every morning his workouts were religious,
muscles tattooed with barbed wire marked him prestigious.
Yes sir, I thought he was real tough,
his arms were certainly very buff,
but in a war its often not the brawn
that makes it through the night and to the next dawn.
By day, this man had no fear,
yet at night he was the first to tear,
and every soldier would come to his side,
he said if they spoke of it, they would die.
One person held all these together,
The Captain, his skin brown, tanned as leather.
I couldn’t believe his patience and strength,
no one could comprehend the length,
that this man went for his men and nation,
a teacher at heart, he was their foundation,
(though not of course above the Lord our God.)
He could command them with a single nod,
and each solider would listen at attention,
for they knew their escape would be of his invention.
Day after day they patiently waited,
until one evening his plan was simply stated,
that they would trick their enemy’s mind,
and not a single soldier would be left behind.