Ode Of War

• Patrick Torcasio, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2008

The General and I run through the bushes,
As fast as a leopard.
Our army behind us, huffing and puffing like the Big Bad Wolf.
Then suddenly, we see across the field, who else but the Spanish.
"Charge" we yell and our men rush from behind us.
The cavalry up first, infantry second.
The archers are firing at will and artillery firing to kill.
Then out of nowhere comes a terrible high pitched voice.
"Boys it's time for dinner."
"No " we say, "We are almost finished."
Minutes later
(After being threatened with a grounding)
We go inside for dinner.