William Henry Poems - Poems about William Henry

...He could not advanced on to Fort Edward, just left William Henry, made the fort burn, but now faced a foe who would fight to the death, the consequences he did not see yet. And at first poor Ned did want to run home, away from the sheer chaos he had known, but he didn’t run, he couldn’t go yet, not until...

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...Outside the French guns continued to screech, a blast rocked them all, and opened a breach, morale was fading, beginning to sag, the next day the French sent out a truce flag. Ned watched from afar, he could not see the dispatches held by the enemy were from the same runners Munro had sent south, with orders straight from General Webb’s mouth. He’d...

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...Back went his friends, facing the great onslaught, they went to the fort, its safety they sought, but the French took their time, did not give chase, began to dig trenches, invest the place. Colonel Munro, upon seeing all this, sent word seeking help from his fellow British, to Ford Edward runners went with his word, but France caught them when they...

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Young Ned was only sixteen years old when they called for the militia to come again, having warred with the French for three years now, and raids had terrified the frontier towns. But Britain needed men to hold the line, and promised they’d be paid well for their time, Ned’s father was quite poor, and quite hobbled, the family farm was facing...

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My ode to William Henry Harrison, 9th President of the United States, yet barely known. A Founding Father’s son and longtime frontier resident, Brave military leader to the bone. His victories in uniform stacked up along the way, rarely defeated at the battle line. As President, though, died in office one month to the day, now nobody remembers Number Nine. He served the...

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William Henry Gates Never lifted weights He spent his time in the loft inventing a thing called Microsoft 5/28/15...

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