comprehension doesn't like my poem. Well I hope you do, because I'm proud of it.
Red banners, like a river, flowed by
Their passing stained the grass with rolling thunder
And I on trembling Earth, my soul did cry
"Why do Crusaders ride today I wonder?"
And in the East, infants and mothers, mild
in villages will see the riders come
Their shrieks of fear, like wounded creatures, wild
Are drowned by pipes and strikes upon the drum.
Safe in my home and wearied then, I pray
"Dear God, keep your Crusaders far away!"
© 2001 Katie Pierce