The Battles of Saratoga - Part 1
The following sonnets (an incomplete Heroic Crown)
depict a series of battles that turned the tide of
the American Revolutionary War. The impact of these
battles eventually marked the end of British rule
and the beginning of a new America.
A confidence devised a daring scheme
to seize the valleys bounding to the North.
Where Mohawk sought the Hudson's ecra sand
each river’s course, two forces tarried forth.
A third would press against the Hudson’s flow
to front the Continentals in a duel,
prodigious might, convening in a show,
to congregate like legs upon a stool.
But daring schemes fall quarry in the throes
of destiny beholding to the winds,
for plans awry shall simply discompose
whene’er an overconfidence contends.
Aggressive deeds of avarice have grown
fastidious in honor to the throne.
Fastidious, in honor to the throne,
has rendered null the strategies of war.
A pompous wane and dawdle shall bemoan
when privilege and arrogance deplore.
The British lines, collective in their ploy,
held fast to proven tactics born of old.
Each ordered grade intended to destroy
the rebel dispositions that unfold.
From Montreal one wave prepared to sweep
into the contours down to Lake Champlain,
but soon the pace would falter to a creep
as revelry instilled the vast campaign.
Success lies in the hands of his regime
with grand designs that underscored supreme.
With grand designs that underscored supreme,
vindictive ire had scarred the battleline.
The Southern wave detracted from the scheme
thus, stalling in its venture to align.
A greater prize lay front its mighty force,
a founding city filled with rebel ire,
to pass it by could change the warring course
and draw the wrath of France into the fire.
But flailing ranks fell victim to a game
of arrogance and jealousy at play,
a rationale for altering his aim
disguised the cause to keep their king at bay
Though privilege fills coffers of the throne,
such recklessness, a king should ne’er condone.
Such recklessness, a king should ne’er condone
for honor must reflect a Royal’s role,
when shrouds of dereliction cloak the throne
the dissidence within defeats the goal.
A field of grandeur, armed beyond compare,
stands not as one with rancor at its lead,
ineptitude meanders to a snare
when brazen indiscretion fails to heed.
But honor stands in humble disregard
of vain repute with independent aim,
through dignity, it vows to ne’er be marred
by vanity is search of self-acclaim.
As windward Reds coerce the valley verge,
Dominion’s might consumes the scarlet surge.
Dominion’s might consumes the scarlet surge
of regiments that scour the Mohawk vale.
They reave the lands where tribal hearts converge
to front the force intending to assail.
A stanchion lay along the river course
to subsidize a famished Red Brigade,
diminished rile instilled the weakened force
as stalled munitions failed to render aid.
The Continentals stood to seize the day
as deprivation ceded in the fight,
for ev’ry morsel floundered on its way
to fill the bellies of the crimson might.
Salvation quells as fury bars the door
with ravenous intention to deplore.
With ravenous intention to deplore,
dissemination stirred a rebel bane,
a shadowed doubt was spilled to underscore
the truth behind the death of lady Jane.
Confusion filled each version of the tale
to cloak intent or veil a reckless fault,
an aimed deceit would escalate in scale
to undermine all explanations sought.
Soon agitation filled the yellow page
with verbal bait to make the masses bite,
each poisoned word provoked a zealous rage
as frenzied droves were drawn into the fight.
Militia’s might has tarried to the diverge
each revel rank descended to converge.
Each revel rank descended to converge
as riled militias raced into the ire,
the western flank of England’s crimson surge
fell quick beneath the rage of rabble fire.
Aggressive deeds of one who sought to gain
the accolades of militant elite,
would rally forth to stay the vast campaign
to lend in their decision to retreat.
Though ne’er a note of recognition hailed
in gesture to commend a gallant pride,
such consequence eventually unveiled
a treacherous intention deep inside.
An honor scorned is placed forevermore
upon a quest that turns the tide of war.
Upon a quest that turns the tide of war,
all forces soon would face the final surge.
The Southern sweep through Hudson’s corridor
would bear the mark where destinies converge.
A first assault fell swiftly to the Red
allowing Continentals to retreat,
a humble farm would be the vital stead
to render rebel efforts a defeat.
But ways of war fall victim to reprise
as protocols and tactics go astray,
such overt schemes facilitate demise
when strategy and daring come to play.
As lords of war prepared the final stage,
the rebel ranks filled boundlessly with rage.
To be continued...
Copyright © Mark Massey | Year Posted 2022
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