Ticonderoga Poems - Poems about Ticonderoga

a pencil in my hand does a happy dance plain and unplanned, my thoughts in a trance I watch the markings, wondering what they are about when I see the words forming, I give a tiny shout why does my pencil always know before me what my mind is doing, all fearless and free? these words were channeled from beyond the...

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...Duncan laughed bitterly at the sight, was this why so many men had died? Half-ruined stones, piled gray and white, the goal that brought such slaughter, denied… Ticonderoga, it was renamed, the title by which it gained great fame, nut Ducan cared little for that now, his time was up, he mustered out. He bought land in the New Hampshire grants, had a family,...

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...Duncan pulled free and sprinted, half-mad, tears streaming as he made his retreat, he’d never imagined hell this bad, and didn’t much care if they were beat. All he desired was to get clear, to run himself far away from here, but as the boy ran his panicked sprint, lines of provincials marched up to him, a commander grabbed him, smacked him hard, said,...

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...Duncan’s unit, the 42nd, was placed in the center of the mass, the French would crumble quick, he reckoned, when the lines started marching at last, not knowing that no orders had come, yet on the left came the sounds of guns… units began to advance with haste, before all the men were in their place! Duncan played his fife and the pipes...

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Duncan was a young British soldier, new recruit at fifteen years of age, a good lad who followed his orders, he was a fifer who liked to play, his tunes directed men in the field, the Blackwatch soldiers who didn’t yield, deployed in 1758 to America, to wilds great. Sent to take the fight there to the French, in New York’s rugged northern mountains, from...

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I get can't get this right no matter how many times I do it The clock continues to click My paper stares back at me empty My mind tires from pitching out ideas only for them to be foul balls The yellow Ticonderoga pencil is lifeless, without amusement It's better half is warm from rubbing against the blank paper Both...

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The USS Ticonderoga In January of ’45 Was engaged off of Formosa When the kamikazes darkened the skies. Hit on the flight deck and the island, One hundred forty four died. An inferno that day and that hour, Yet the Ticonderoga survived. The sixth of the Essex-class carriers, Launched just the year before, She and her crew served nobly Til the end of that long bloody...

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Some kids play soccer. Some go out for a mocha. I, however, chew my DIXON Ticonderoga. I look out the window and cringe in disgust. They're fighting over a basketball and making a fuss. I just nibble at my eraser. Happy as can be Well, I am kind of friendless. And I’m often lonely. Oh who am I kidding! This is the life, baby!...

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