Poetry: Drummer boy - by Eric Fauble

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by Eric Fauble

Created on: May 17, 2009

It was the start of the Civil War, kids 14 and younger taken from there homes To become little drummer boys. Into the bloody field the drummer boys play their drums bada-boom-bada-boom. Death is everywhere for a little drummer boy who plays his drum. On a Friday night, drummer boys beat their drums bada-boom-bada-boom to the sound of gunshots. One by one, a hundred but one fell. The last one standing, he played a sorrow tune, bada-boom-bada-boom. Bullets and swords surrounded the little drummer boy. He closed his eyes and counts to ten. 1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6... 7... 8... 9... 10... Did it miss or did it hit? He opened his eyes to find the war come to a close. Bada-boom-bada-boom did the Drummer Boy play his drums.

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The music is playing,
the band strikes a cord;
the trumpets are sounding,
the melody is adored.

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