This is a Quick Write that I had to do in my WONDERFUL English teacher's class about "The Drummer Boy of Shiloh". So I, as of right now, (for this poem) am a 14 year old drummer boy in the Battle of Shiloh during the Civil War.
In the darkness,
I can't see.
I can only hear these people breath-
in and out,
a steady beat-
Just in......and out.
Tomarrow at the strike of five,
crack of dawn,
we're still alive.
"Quick! Son, grab your drum!
This day has only just begun."
Feel the rhythm,
you're the heart.
"C'mon! Quick, son! Play your part!
It's only midnight, but I already know
Tomarrow's battle will come to show
As I stand up and face their fears,
I'll play my drum for all to hear.
But, for now, I can only keep
the steady beat of in.....