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The Little Black-Eyed Rebel; A poem! X3
Topic Started: Oct 2 2009, 08:59 PM (216 Views)
Blaze's Flame Oct 2 2009, 08:59 PM Post #1
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Death Egg Act 1
 A boy drove into the city, his wagon
loaded down
With food to feed the people of the british
governed town;
And the little black rebel, so innocent and sly,
Was watching for his coming from the corner of her eye....

He drove up to the market, he waited in the line;
His apples and potatoes were fresh and fair and fine;
But long and long he waited, and no one came to buy,
Saved the black-eyed rebel, watching from the corner
of her eye.

"Now who will buy my apples?" he shouted, long and
loud; And "Who wants my potatoes?" he repeated to
the crowd; But from all the people round him came no
word of reply, Save the black-eyed rebel, answering
from the corner of her eye.

For she knew the 'neath the lining of the coat
he wore that day, were long letters from the husbands
and the fathers far away, Who were fighting for the
freedom that they meant to gain or die; And a tear
like silver glistened in the corner of her eye.

But the treasures how to get them?
crept the questions through her mind,
Since keen enemies were watching for what
prizes they might find; And she paused a
while and pondered, with a pretty little sigh;
Then resolve crept through her features, and a shrewdness fired her eye.

So she resolutley walked up to the
wagon old and red; "May I have a dozen
apples for a kiss?" she sweetly said:
And the brown face flushed to scarlet; for the boy
was somewhat shy, And he saw her laughing at him
from the corner of her eye....

Clinging round his brawny neck, she clasped her fingers white and small,
And the whispered, "Quick! The letters! thrust them underneath my
shawl! Carry back again this package, and be sure that you are spry!"
And she sweetly smiled upon him from the corner of her eye....

With the news of loved ones absent to the dear friends they
would greet, searching them who hungered for them, swift she glided
through the street. "There is nothing worth the doing that it
does not pay to try," Thought the little black-eyed rebel, with a twinkle
in her eye.
Edited by Blaze's Flame, Oct 2 2009, 11:17 PM.
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