Burgoyne Poems - Poems about Burgoyne

...Abstract artist Burgoyne Diller made 3d reliefs when at the tiller Simple shapes primaries on white thus De Style came into sight......

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...I sat on the beach sifting time through my hands. I felt like a slot machine whore. The ocean was preaching her Siren’s demand I abandon my past at the shore. So, I shook off the sand, turned my ......

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...They taxed us without our consent, we who though we were Englishmen, said we had no say in governance, so we simply boycotted them, threw their tea into the harbor, let them know that we’d had e......

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......Baum’s men were caught in a hot cross-fire, many quickly were sent to the grave, their Indian allies wisely pulled out, seeing no victory to be had that day. The militia just kept pushing cl......

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...Back in seventeen seventy-seven, British general John Burgoyne faced hard times, despite winning at Hubbardton, and Fort Anne, supplies were getting very hard to find. When word came that Gener......

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...In seventeen seventy-seven, amidst the deep summer’s August heat, Barry St. Leger, loyalist milita, and the Iroquois walked on sore feet. Their mission was clear: move down the Mohawk, meet Bu......

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...That day in the October sun The British they marched along Across Mater Barber’s wheat field A force in red, quite strong. The drummer drummed, fifers they played We heard their martial song, A......

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