One Cold Kansas MoonA Poem by KittyDashFrenzy cannot be controlled, they knew that too well. ~Battle of the Washita, November 27th 1868~One Cold Kansas Moon
‘’ Hush the dogs, we’re movin’ in! Straight into the storm Through the snow, down the valley We’ll fight into the morn! With sabres high and rifles loud Our time is now at hand So, Captain, take your horse and Strike up the band!’’
Someone shot a gun and the cold turned to heat Music drowned the moment before the wind stole the beat The horsemen they came running, bursting through the trees Trampling through the riverbed before it could freeze
The sound of yells, the smell of smoke Turned their eyes to black All directions, ‘’this is it Ain’t no turnin’ back!’’
No time to run, no time to hide, the minutes can’t be found One, two, three, four, too many hit the ground They had no reason to give their lives for a cause we don’t know Children ran in Mothers’ footsteps, I don’t know where they’d go
Frenzy cannot be controlled They all knew that too well Red on white, torn up blue The scene a living hell Who makes the orders in this mess? Who listens when they’re cried? ‘’ Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!’’ Then in the midst they died
‘’ Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!’’ Who listens when they’re cried? ‘’ Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop!’’ Is this how we want to die? © 2010 KittyDashAuthor's Note
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Added on November 27, 2010 Last Updated on November 27, 2010 AuthorKittyDashUnited KingdomAboutHey everybody, I'm sure I'm not the only one to say I have not a clue what to put here! My name's Katie, to begin with, and I have been writing for a few years. I love to write and I like trying a lot.. more..Writing
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