Drummer Boy of Shiloh

Ok, here's the deal. I wrote this awesome poem about a drummer boy in a war. But....I "misplaced" it!!! So...I'm gonna write what I remember.

The soldiers come in like a flood,

I hear screams,

and I smell blood.


I have no weapon!

I can't protect myself!

Now all I'm thinking about is my health.


I can't do this!

I'm way too young!

Now all I can taste,

is death on my tongue.


The sun goes down,

and I can't see.

Now I have no idea what's gonna happen to me.


The soldiers' expectations of me were high and low.

But all I am,

And all I ever will be,

Is the drummer boy of Shiloh...

The End

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