Red Rose and White

Two drummer boys rapped out a beat. (That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.) As bitter cold froze hands and feet. (Palm Sunday fourteen sixty one.) Both boys in war afraid to die. (A bizzard raged as arrows sped.) True battle favours flying high. (With armour piercing bodkin head.) Praying to live, until day's done. (The war of roses had begun.) Dark angry clouds block out the sun, (That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.) With blood now seeping from the dead, (The frozen ground and beck ran red.) Their call of duty, bringing dread. (This battle site was near Towton.) One drummer boy beats out retreat. (A blizzard raged as arrows sped.) But victory was not so sweet. (When all seemed lost, the vanquished fled.) Two drummer boys they carried on (The White rose claimed the day was won.) Both drum in time, for lives now gone, (That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.) A tribute to, the brave now slain. (With nine and twenty thousand dead.) And wounded soldiers who remain. (No place to hide nowhere to run.) Two drummer boys both sharing grief. (A blizzard raged as arrows sped.) Their war for glory, no relief. (The Crown of England it is said.) Those two brave boys will never meet. (With bloodied hands, when day was done.) Both drummer boys rapped out a beat, (That Sabbeth day when both sides bled.) They died amid the battles noise. (A blizzard raged as arrows sped.) Two heroes now, two drummer boys. 3/ 3/ 2015 Drummer boys 3/ 3/ 2015 first. verse Palm Sunday. 3/ 2/ 2015. second. verse. Both poems written before joining poetry soup. 2/ 20/ 2015