Edition 1:
The American Revolution
Published: May 29, 2025
Submission 1: Silent Shot
In the town of Lexington, with fog down low,
John grabbed his musket, his jaw set tight.
Neighbors gathered, their faces filled with woe,
Ready to stand, though none wanted to fight.
Eerie silence between while redcoats stand near,
“Stand firm,” the officer’s voice shook.
A shot cracked the air, everyone filled with fear
Didn’t know where it’s from, couldn’t look.
Bursts of smoke and a brief, wild fray,
The British moved on, Concord concerned.
John laid, shaking, having caught a stray,
But inside, a fire for freedom burned.
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- Danny D.
Submission 3: Revolutionary Seeds
The air was thick with dreams and doubt,
We began to write with our hearts devout.
“We hold these truths,” the ink ran deep,
A vow that tyrans cannot keep.
The quill moved slow, but fire burned,
In every phrase, in each bold turn.
I stood in awe, my breathe held tight,
And watched that spark turn into light.
All the years, seeds had been sown,
In ink we claimed this land our own.
- Max B. & Danny D.
Submission 2: March to Freedom
I was born in chains beneath a scorching sun,
Worked in the fields until my youth was done.
The British came with words like fire
"Fight with us, and rise up higher."
They called me a slave, but I took up the gun,
Not for their fields, but to see the sun.
In red I marched, through smoke and fear,
Each shot I fired drew freedom near.
They promised land, they promised name,
Not as a beast, but man the same.
Though war is done, the truth remains:
I fought for hope, not to be shackled by their chains.
- Max B.