Hello folks,
This poem probably does not belong in this forum but... I have no intention to change it in any way. Yes, I know I should at least sort the sentence structure but... It's the first poem I wrote, around April 64, that was 3 months before my 13th birthday. Keith, the happy chappy
The Creature (Reflections on Vietnam)
Have you heard of the creature that prowled in the wood? And frightened the people and stole half their food Then off went a huntsman with all his brave men To hunt for the creature, but never again Some men returned; others did not For it wasn't the creature, but they that were sought
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