A Ballad Of WWII By Owen Martin!

 For one of his English PACE's Owen had to either rewrite Paul Revere's Ride in story form or he could write a ballad of any historical event. Owen doesn't really like poetry or writing much even though he's amazing at it. He ended up writing this ballad in under an hour. He did have to touch it up a bit, but in all he spent less than 2 hours on it and it's so impressive.

I tried to find a place to submit his poem online, but not much is open right now for submittals. I found one, but his poem was too long for it. I did forward it on to our advisor at Lighthouse Christian Academy where the kids are enrolled for school and she said she's forwarded it to the Administration. Not sure if anything will happen, but it was worth a shot. I'm just so proud of him...even though it was something that he didn't really like he did a great job! 

A Ballad Of WWII

 By Owen Martin

Deep in the dead of night, a rumble of thunder, a flash of light!

But tis’ not of lightning’s shout,

It is of the German armies’ might.

Swiftly Poland shall fall, there is no doubt.

 

And France! What hope have ye,

against not one, but two you see,

of enemies stronger than the sea?

 

Belgium! How can it be,

That you managed to release the sea,

And slow the fright,

Of the German armies might.

 

And lo! Austria so confident that ye have power,

When really this is Serbia’s hour.

From the mountains you shall flee,

With the loss or more than two or three.

 

America! How could thou hath bade,

When there was glory to be made?

Like a giant you shall sleep,

Till ye waken from the deep.

 

Behold! England’s power!

Enough to make the Germans cower,

Beneath the crushing wave,

Of artillery that England gave.

 

Japan! Like a thief in the night,

America shall feel your bite!

But unbeknownst to you,

America has power too.

A giant has been wakened,

Because of lives that have been taken,

From a harbor made of Pearl,

A sense of resolve shall unfurl,

 

America! Shall ye no longer hide,

No more time there is to bide!

 

Allies! Across the sea in a ceaseless tide,

On day of D to Germany’s collapse,

No longer shall Hitler’s snide,

Be burdened on Europe’s back.

 

Axis! Shall ye fear,

Of losing all that you hold dear,

Because of the falling of Little Boy?

Japan shall have no more joy.

 

Japan! To the last breath shall ye fight,

Till you see Fat Man’s might?

America’s bombs shall cause you doom,

And sweep you aside with a broom.

 

If ye had not swallowed your owe pride,

Surely more would have died,

Upon your foreign shore,

Many more would we mourn.

 

America! Ye entered late,

Yet ye did not take the bait,

Of neutrality and isolation,

Lest the world be set in desolation.

  Owen actually printed it out and has given it to numerous people. One person he gave it to was Miss Cathie at church. She cried when she read it and she wrote him this note. 

Her words were so beautiful to Owen about how he shouldn't stop writing because it's a privilege for all of us to get to read them and reflect on there meaning.