Take Heart
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Hadassah Sanderson, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2018
They draw nigh…
They rumble, I fumble & birds take to the sky.
Do you hear the steady beat?
The dead set sound of harsh battle.
No, indeed, they were not discreet.
The cry goes out. The cry of harsh battle, no, of war.
We start to scream, to shout.
We didn’t know when we signed up, what was in store.
But then it comes!
The wind she runs, she fills our hearts with joy.
Hope held for tomorrow,
Our hearts hold no sorrow, and we turn to man from boy.
With the steady beat of the drums,
No person is scared; not one.
And so it starts, a chant in which we all hold part.
“Take Heart, Take Heart, Take Heart!”