FinnMacCool
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So for my English project I had to make a story in the style of Beowulf, that is an epic poem. I decided to share it with all of you just because I kinda like it. Tell me what you think.
Inside the trenches; the Western Front
Young Daniel McClintock was sitting alone
Enfield in his hand; cup of tea in the other
He sat quiet; amidst the shells overhead
It had been nearly a year since he left Great
Britain; for the famous Seaforth Highlanders to France he was headed
For almost a year he remained over there;
Dreading the inevitable when he would be ordered over the top
And it finally did come one fine April morning
After hours of shellfire on German positions
The whistle sounded, that April morning
And with a howl of anger, the brits charged
Daniel McClintock was one of those men;
Yelling and screaming like all the rest
Nearly tripping over unforeseen shell holes on the way
Not daring for a moment to stop for his fear
For miles and miles stretched No Mans Land for Months it was shelled
Turned desolate; No more green fields or flowers any more
Only a vast grey Nothing; with death and smoke
As Daniel McClintock and the Brits drew near
The German Machineguns suddenly opened up without warning
Daniel McClintock froze in horror; Enfield to his side
As his fellow soldiers fell down as though struck by a plague
And Daniel McClintock seeing these men
Could not help but be frightened of it all
But nonetheless he charged forward ready to die
For the alternative was to go home; knowing so many had died
As Daniel charged forwards; the guns took no notice
Thinking desperately fast; he pulled out a grenade
Heaving it forward with all of his might.
The grenade exploded; the first gun was gone
Out of his pocket he took a bayonet
Fixing it on for the upcoming melee
Into the enemy trenches he leaped forward
He had made it to their side, but all by himself
Seeing a German n older then sixteen
He thrust his bayonet and skewered him clean
As slid him off he watched his enemies’ eye dim
Watched the life flow out of him; never to see again
Daniel soon after aimed his enfield
But only as the German aimed his too
Simultaneously they both fired their rifles
Daniel was wounded; the German lie dead
For a few moments, Daniel clutched his side
As his vision began to blurry the sounds around him lessen
Still however, he could hear that machine gun
Mowing down his countrymen by the 10s and 100s
Lying there on the ground Daniel saw a face
Clear out of his memory: young Jonathan Gilpin
Who was green as you can be in no mans land
And now only to die; here in this forsaken place
Making his decision, Daniel got up
Though his side ached with pain; he got to his feet
Lifting his enfield he grimaced with malice
Hatred filled his eyes as he heard the machine gun roar
He charged to his left and went through the trenches
Skewering ay Germans he came across on his journey
Finally at last he saw the machine gun
Still roaring and murdering a battered and defeated enemy
But this time it would not be so easy for Daniel
For he was not alone as the Germans sighted him
He saw one fall as he fired his enfield
A bullet though ripped Daniels leg and he stumbled
With a bullet in his leg and side, he crawled forward desperate
‘Please God don’t let me die like this’ he pleaded in his head
And he stood up in spite of his wounds; startling the Germans
And up with his rifle. He fired a shot
Down fell a German but more were coming
Daniel ignored them and headed to the machine gun
Exhausted and tired but still charging forward
No time to be afraid; his mind was set on this goal
A bullet now hit his shoulder; and now in his back
He should’ve died but NO he kept going
To reach that machine gun
And once he got there he found no one left
Deep in his pockets he found one last grenade
Which he quickly took out and then dropped it near
Hurrying backwards, he ran away quickly before it exploded
Remarkably; astoundingly he actually survived
Out of the darkness, for his eyes were now very blurry
A single flash of light A BAYONET came forward
It skewered him in his stomach and shock came over his face
As the German wrenched and grunted his bayonet, blood flowing freely
But Daniel now smiled though the he was now dying
For the enemy bayonet had struck a fatal wound
His life now moving from him; he would join his ancestors
whom died for the same cause which is war
He remorsed not of his family at home in those few seconds
There was no time for anger and sorrow; only relief
All he could do is remember and smile for the machine gun was gone
He had not let himself down; He lived up to his forefathers
Inside the trenches; the Western Front
Young Daniel McClintock was sitting alone
Enfield in his hand; cup of tea in the other
He sat quiet; amidst the shells overhead
It had been nearly a year since he left Great
Britain; for the famous Seaforth Highlanders to France he was headed
For almost a year he remained over there;
Dreading the inevitable when he would be ordered over the top
And it finally did come one fine April morning
After hours of shellfire on German positions
The whistle sounded, that April morning
And with a howl of anger, the brits charged
Daniel McClintock was one of those men;
Yelling and screaming like all the rest
Nearly tripping over unforeseen shell holes on the way
Not daring for a moment to stop for his fear
For miles and miles stretched No Mans Land for Months it was shelled
Turned desolate; No more green fields or flowers any more
Only a vast grey Nothing; with death and smoke
As Daniel McClintock and the Brits drew near
The German Machineguns suddenly opened up without warning
Daniel McClintock froze in horror; Enfield to his side
As his fellow soldiers fell down as though struck by a plague
And Daniel McClintock seeing these men
Could not help but be frightened of it all
But nonetheless he charged forward ready to die
For the alternative was to go home; knowing so many had died
As Daniel charged forwards; the guns took no notice
Thinking desperately fast; he pulled out a grenade
Heaving it forward with all of his might.
The grenade exploded; the first gun was gone
Out of his pocket he took a bayonet
Fixing it on for the upcoming melee
Into the enemy trenches he leaped forward
He had made it to their side, but all by himself
Seeing a German n older then sixteen
He thrust his bayonet and skewered him clean
As slid him off he watched his enemies’ eye dim
Watched the life flow out of him; never to see again
Daniel soon after aimed his enfield
But only as the German aimed his too
Simultaneously they both fired their rifles
Daniel was wounded; the German lie dead
For a few moments, Daniel clutched his side
As his vision began to blurry the sounds around him lessen
Still however, he could hear that machine gun
Mowing down his countrymen by the 10s and 100s
Lying there on the ground Daniel saw a face
Clear out of his memory: young Jonathan Gilpin
Who was green as you can be in no mans land
And now only to die; here in this forsaken place
Making his decision, Daniel got up
Though his side ached with pain; he got to his feet
Lifting his enfield he grimaced with malice
Hatred filled his eyes as he heard the machine gun roar
He charged to his left and went through the trenches
Skewering ay Germans he came across on his journey
Finally at last he saw the machine gun
Still roaring and murdering a battered and defeated enemy
But this time it would not be so easy for Daniel
For he was not alone as the Germans sighted him
He saw one fall as he fired his enfield
A bullet though ripped Daniels leg and he stumbled
With a bullet in his leg and side, he crawled forward desperate
‘Please God don’t let me die like this’ he pleaded in his head
And he stood up in spite of his wounds; startling the Germans
And up with his rifle. He fired a shot
Down fell a German but more were coming
Daniel ignored them and headed to the machine gun
Exhausted and tired but still charging forward
No time to be afraid; his mind was set on this goal
A bullet now hit his shoulder; and now in his back
He should’ve died but NO he kept going
To reach that machine gun
And once he got there he found no one left
Deep in his pockets he found one last grenade
Which he quickly took out and then dropped it near
Hurrying backwards, he ran away quickly before it exploded
Remarkably; astoundingly he actually survived
Out of the darkness, for his eyes were now very blurry
A single flash of light A BAYONET came forward
It skewered him in his stomach and shock came over his face
As the German wrenched and grunted his bayonet, blood flowing freely
But Daniel now smiled though the he was now dying
For the enemy bayonet had struck a fatal wound
His life now moving from him; he would join his ancestors
whom died for the same cause which is war
He remorsed not of his family at home in those few seconds
There was no time for anger and sorrow; only relief
All he could do is remember and smile for the machine gun was gone
He had not let himself down; He lived up to his forefathers
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