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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 closer,
and destroyed the Hessian powder cart,
they charged their positions, muskets as clubs,
the mercenaries began to loose heart.
Then Colonel Baum, in his desperation,
ordered his men out on a sabre charge,
they bulled straight ahead at the militia,
but were cut down before they got that far.
Baum himself was wounded mortally,
the attack being his final stand,
and all the remaining British forces
dropped their guns, quickly threw up their hands.
The Americans had taken the hill,
and went about looting the Hessians’ supplies,
they were busy securing their prisoners
when a new shock came before their eyes.
Six-hundred-fifty more Hessian soldiers,
with Heinrich von Breymann in the lead,
fell upon the tired, disordered rebels,
pressing the fight with surprising speed.
Now Stark and his men were driven on back,
struggling hard to restore formation,
but at that moment the Green Mountain Boys
arrived to fight for the young nation.
Three-hundred-fifty threw in with John Stark,
the shock British advance quickly stalled,
they battled Breymann until twilight’s gloom,
the Americans let him have it all.
By nightfall Breymann had lost a quarter
of his force, was outnumbered and mired,
he’d lost all his cannons, and deduced that
the only choice left was to retire.
He retreated west, back to Burgoyne’s force,
no attempt at a pursuit was made,
Burgoyne’s mighty raid had found only blood,
nine hundred casualties he had paid.
Those men would’ve been useful in weeks to come,
when the British went against General Gates,
at Saratoga, Burgoyne faced a rout,
his surrender still recalled to his day.
Stark was hailed a hero for his actions,
for facing down the foe eye-to-eye,
what else could be expected from the great man
who would declare we should ‘Live Free or Die.’
He and the militia had changed the fight,
and covered themselves in great glory,
by striking a blow for liberty’s cause,
so a new nation might begin its story…
Cross has many meanings and symbols in everyday life
It can be described as a facial expression of distaste or strife
To cross someone, a person hurts others for their own sake
A Cross is also known as the place Jesus died for us on the stake
Many people wear cross pendants, they are seen worldwide
“To Cross” can also be a bridge or road to travel to reach the other side
Cross can be patterns to follow to make some clothes or knit
Cross stitch was seen as a popular craft from the eighties, often in a kit
Cross can be a grade school memory of crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s
Cross reminds me of hot cross buns, their taste and smell are such a high
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Christmas Nostalgia
Please give me an old-fashioned Christmas
without all the hype and fanfare.
When the tree and the stockings were put up
just two weeks before would prepare.
Our excitement of then seeing Santa
in a red suit, quite fat and was jolly.
Asking, ‘Had we been good for our parents?’
if yes, he would give us a lolly.
Christmas Eve, we went to bed early
not daring to open our eyes.
For when Santa who climbed down our chimney
if you peeped, there'd be no surprise.
Christmas morning we'd all be together
open gifts Santa left near the tree.
Saw the stockings all filled with small trinkets,
how happy we were with no greed.
Christmas lunch, we sat at the table
ate roast meats and vegetables galore.
Next, came the plum pudding with money
a thrill when we found one or more.
After lunch to the backyard, we’d go then
to play cricket we had such a ball.
The old and the young ones all joined in
when OUT, heard the umpire call.
Now, Christmas begins in October
Christmas carols play loudly in stores.
Skinny Santa's are seen all around us
people rushing in frenzied galore.
The money that's spent now on Christmas
would feed all the poor for a year.
Children’s toys, expensive electronics
simple stockings are no longer here.
'Kris Kringle' is now for our loved ones
what to buy causes headaches with thought!
With the limit that's set rarely followed,
gifts not wanted are so often bought.
Once Christmas festivities finish
we see Easter eggs next on the shelf.
Hot Cross Buns now in stores for the purchase,
Easter Bunny will chase away Elf.
Yes, give me an old-fashioned Christmas
where to gather with families enough.
And a hug, Merry Christmas, is given
without rush then enjoy Christmas lunch
The theme park was crowded. Elephants on roller coasters, mosquitos bracing the water slide, ferrets enjoying the ferris wheel and leopards shooting crack in the gallery. A myriad of personification and abundance of fairy tailed suggestions. ‘Its a small, small world’ blared from Magic Mountain as Cinderella dressed up as an indentured laborer in a fancy shoe shop. A comedy of terror ensued in the ghost train, conducted by a retired wall street banking giant resuming the corporate identity of a demon slayer. seemingly seeking redemption, but of course, he had another ace in his sleeve.
All animals were equal but of course the apocalypse had struck in 1984 and the Lord of the Flies was buzzing disguised as an orange clock, collected tickets and sold strawberry ice cream.
An English patient from a nearby lunatic asylum, thought he was a beetle, but Kafka had married Mary Antoinette and was sipping champagne from her braw. She, for once was not eating cake and was thus unveiling the myth of leavened bread at her altar. A merry go round of deception in the snake pit in which a contortionist was trapped in limbo and loin cloth from hell. Mary Magdalene teased him with with a vile of anti venomous serum and soothed his wavering agony in anticipation of saving the world.
Hot cross buns offered cold comfort, but the world was on withdrawal after management had banned coke as a sugar substitute. Sweet dreams were made of lactose free roach skin and the party dwellers reveled in aspirations and nightmares, elevated to prime position in the national canon. A truly amazing ode to joy and poignant distraction from the pawn shop of modern living.
But when the bell struck midnight and Dali melted his digital clock, all went back to the nothingness of the human condition. ‘Your shift starts in eight hours, nothing has moved because of a little fun in paradise’s ante chambers.’ Thanks God the crowd were already wearing their flannel night gowns. ‘Gotta live life to the full and heaven can’t wait.
EARLY SPRING
The cat purrs the piano plays and the dog keeps alert
And the kitchen smells like fresh pudding
As the wind blows outside where the car sits
And automotive products wait to be used
The kettle and the oven warm up as the cookie
Dough is being made with so many good ingredients
Such as molasses barely darker than maple syrup or
Honey as golden as sun tea and flour- cookies for all
Plants and seeds are purchased but it is too early to start
The outdoor garden and the weeds still need to be pulled
then burned but the matches cannot be lit until the wind
Is gone but have to be before the showers begin
The weather is comfortably cool and children play
While the adults stroll the neighborhood or make some
Hot Cross Buns and start seedlings inside for later planting
With enthusiasm-early spring has sprung
Here at Mother Goose’s party
Jack and Jill have just arrived.
Small Bo Peep and Jack be Nimble
Came to greet them and high-fived
While Miss Muffet, busy eating,
Found a spider in her whey.
Even though ‘twas itsy-bitsy,
Humpty Dumpty saved the day.
Georgie Porgie went in search of
Little Jack among the sheep.
He was eating Christmas pie right near
Boy Blue, who was asleep.
As the cat was entertaining
With his fiddle ‘neath the moon,
Some big cow jumped over, looking
For a missing dish and spoon.
There were hot cross buns a’plenty
Selling down by London Bridge.
Mary, Mary, quite contrary,
Hoped to taste one – just a smidge.
Old King Cole made an appearance,
Peter Piper by his side.
Three blind mice played pat-a-cake
While Tommy Tucker ran to hide.
It was quite a festive evening
'Til the striking of the clock,
All to honor Mother Goose
And all the members of her flock.
*Today is officially Mother Goose Day
When I see a cross
On a hot cross bun
It reminds me of god's love
And all that he has done.
He sent His Son Lord Jesus
To die upon a tree
And took upon Himself my sin
So I could be set free.
He hung upon that cross
In pain and agony
His body torn from lashes
And bones for all to see.
It's written in the Bible
That this was meant to be
For God in man died Himself
And took the place of me.
They took Him down from the cross
For me His life He gave
And wrapped Him in a linen cloth
To prepare Him for the grave.
At the place where Jesus died
was a garden not far away
And in it was a brand new tomb
That's where He was to stay.
A guard was placed outside His tomb
As though it was a prison
But on the first day of the week
Guess what, "He was risen".
The resurrection and the life
No grave could keep Him in
For on that day He rose again
And broke the power of sin.
So when I see a Cross
On a hot cross bun
It reminds me of god's love
And the victory He has won.
Miss Velociraptor knew she was scary,
she’d be rich if for each scream she had a penny.
She tried her best not to growl,
not to chase, beat or foul,
but not for long could she stick with any.
Mr T-Rex wanted a mate,
old now, he worried it was too late.
But his hands were so small,
he could never pick up the phone to call,
the dino he fancied to ask for a date.
Mrs Pterodactyl loved soaring in the sky,
knowing the dinosaurs below wished they too could fly.
Getting close to the sun,
sizzling like a hot cross bun,
merrily flapping her wings as she swooshed by.
Master Diplodocus disliked his enormous feet,
no animal with paws larger he ever did meet.
He even tried nail polish
to make his toes look less trollish,
whilst still crushing tiny creatures in the street.
Mummy and Daddy Iguanodon tried to evade,
whilst placing their youngest in some cooling shade,
that summer’s terrible heat,
which was rotting all their hunted meat,
their patience in the warmth just starting to fade.
Baby Allosaurus would not go to sleep,
all night long he continued to roar, dig and leap.
But when babysitter Plesiosaur
told him she was a very hungry carnivore,
no sound was then heard, not one peep.
I let them all pass over me –
The cheery Happy Easters!
Assuming I will be among
Today’s hot cross bun feasters.
But no, I won’t be eating lamb
Or ham with all its glazing,
Although I’m sure the Easter pies
My friend makes are amazing.
For I’m observing Pesach,*
So what I will eat instead
Will be matzoh or its relatives,
All with unleavened bread.
Of course, there’s meat and chicken,
Lots of veggies, eggs and fruit
And special cakes and cookies,
Made with matzoh meal, to boot.
I used to set those people straight
Whose greetings had no clue
That Easter’s not for everyone,
But I no longer do.
When people offer me a wish
For a Happy Easter day,
I smile and say, “The same to you”
And send them on their way.
*Passover
I don't see you anywhere - oh yes, over hare,
it didn't matter, if he's not there, I don't care;
they say animals have the time to stand and stare,
fuzzy wuzzy was a bear, fuzzy wuzzy had no hare.
Alliteration gives you constipation, don't want to go,
to there, where colours rain, there you go, indigo;
what do you get when you pour hot water down a
rabbit hole - a hot cross bunny so they all say.
There was a dividing line, didn't want to split hares,
although the sum of the parts may come in pairs;
Alice had a ban in case they just came in small boats,
not only had they large ears but also serbo-croats.
The party was over, the march hare lost his friends,
no hare 'lip' because it was where love transcends.