Hero Tales

We once were a people strong,

In the years and decades gone by,

And are now but in a fighting song.

We, who were kings year-long.

We once were a people strong,

And had we kept true we’d have never seen death

But that was ages and ages ago,

In years long by-gone.

We once were a people of light,

We fell into darkness and lost that light,

We tried to stand back up again,

But that was the end of the race of men.

After that we forgot our wrongs

We fell back into the way of the tongue,

We held no leash, and once again,

We failed, we, this race of men.

Some of us were saved, but very few,

And we received a truthful promise,

That has come down, From us to you,

Down through the long ages of history’s mist

And now, in this present age,

We’re only a part in the story of what has been

And for that part, a single page,

We are glad to be noticed in the race of men.

Now it comes down to your decision,

If you’ll follow truth, with strength and precision,

Or like us all, who fell into sin,

Will you forget, the race of men?

This was a creative narration for Augustus Caesar’s World a book I am reading in school.

Aeneas is thought to be the ancestor of Romulus. His grandmother married Mars and then his father Anchises had him. He is also known for his fight during the Trojan War. After Troy fell, Aeneas fled the field with his father, son and wife.

It was the 22^nd of April in ‘seventy three,

Hardly a man remembers me,

And my ancestor Aeneas.

He started one day from his home in Troy,

With him were his father and little boy,’

Anchises, and his sons.

Upon the way he lost his wife,

And committing to the gods his family’s life,

He went back to look for her.

But pale as pale he found her ghost,

The only remains of what he loved most,

But he had to go on as the gods decided.

So they fled for their lives from the burning city,

They had to be cautious they had to be witty,

To be able to flee from the burning Troy.

At the Mountain of Ida some friends they found

And with Aeneas they fled o’er the stony ground

Anchises and his sons.

They fled o’er fields and farms to a ship,

To carry them aboard on their dangerous trip,

Leaving behind all that they knew.

At Sicily he met much pain,

Anchises died and in the ground he was lain.

And part of Aeneas’  heart died with him.

But he knew that this was not the place for him,

So he packed his belongings and started again,

To find a place to settle.

As they set sail the gods forbid it,

For on the high seas a storm hit,

And they tossed from side to side.

Then far down under the seas grave,

Came Lord Neptune, who to them passage gave,

To enable them to continue.

And so they came to a port,

And the inhabitants led them to Dido’s court,

And there he fell in love.

But still onward the gods pressed him,

But as he looked back his heart grew dim.

For he saw the funeral pile of Dido.

Then he wished to visit his father dead,

And so he went to Erymanthos, he said.

To find his beloved father.

And as he reached the land of the dead,

His heart became a heart of lead,

As he passed the three headed Cerberus.

As he passed the abyss of the unblessed man,

Who was sent here under a terrible ban,

Never to see the sun again.

Then Aeneas went to the Blessed Realm

And the sunlight shone off his bright helm

For this was the land of heaven.

He saw his father amongst the crowd,

And went to him and cried out loud,

And he wished that he could stay.

But he could not for he was alive,

And he must face evil and against it strive,

Before he could reach the Blessed Realm.

So he set sail once more

And put his hand to the oar,

For he must leave the shore behind.

And so finally to Italy they came,

And there he settled and made a name,

And dwelt there as a king.

Aeneas was strong with his hand on the sword,

Which enabled him to become a great lord,

And I am his descendant, Romulus.

Let Freedom Ring- Gwyndolyn

You probably know how you feel when something inspires you. This thing inspired me and I wrote this fourteen verse poem all about one thing. You ought to be able to guess what it is by the time you’re done with the first verse. When you read it would be good if you looked deep into what each verse really means and how true it can be. It puts in perspective what this thing is and how useful it can be in everyday life. The first two lines of the first verse is a quote by Harold Wilson.

 

 

This thing is the art of being

The only one who knows you’re scared to death

It rallies all your senses

And takes away all you’re breath.

 

There is a thing both bold and strong

That will charge when others flee

This thing will never, ever run

It is sure of victory

 

It will always save its country

Or die in the attempt

It is always in the story

The one of which we always dreamt.

 

Of all the best stories that I’ve read

I cannot seem to drive it out
This thing always is in my head

This thing that life is all about

 

Always in our favorite books

Of noble knights and fair ladies

We never were turned to their looks

Or the beautiful flowers and daisies

 

We turned to the heroic bravery

 Of all the stories of old

Of Spartacus who freed men from slavery

These kinds of stories are gold

 

When everybody else had scattered

Left their homes and fled,

This thing still went on, though battered

It freed us from our heart of lead.

 

And then with merry heart it led us

To the battlefield

Press on, press on and we knew that we must

Never to the enemy yield.

 

When everybody fell to the ground

This only did its goal achieve

When everyone by chains was bound

This only in something did believe.

 

When our world crashed down around us,

And we couldn’t keep back a tear,

It kept us going forward and thus

It freed us from all fear

We were hanging by a thread

When to us this did come

It rid us of the fear and dread

That beat in our hearts like a drum.

 

Beneath the pale blue moon

There is a wide boulder,

And upon its top is strewn,

The red blood of a soldier.

 

Without this strong and wonderful thing

We’d all be dead of sorrow

This thing in our hearts doth ring

It gives us strength to face tomorrow.

 

And when this to you appears

Somewhere in your life,

Then give it a resounding cheer

For its battle against strife.