The Raven Landing

By AM Friday, July 23, 2021

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Brendan Curran ✒ with a poem from his expansive body of work.

Dark and deep our comrades sleep, with bravery, they faced it all

Both day and night they took on the fight and rallied to the call

The best of our band took their stand, met their force and gave no quarter

But In their beds, and in cold hay sheds, our comrades they did slaughter

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In the fields and bogs we were hunted like dogs our cause to put asunder

But a nation on fire with a freedom desire, no one would put us under

The fight so old, but solid gold, the prize freedom, a united nation

But the price was high, so many would die, imprisonment, and church damnation

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Home-made guns and make shift bombs at times were all we could muster

But we fought the fight with all our might, and faced their violence and their bluster

In farm yard barns we hid our arms, and in homes brave people gave us shelter

They gave their beds, stored our guns in their sheds, their support could not be broken

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With barrel and ball we fought them all until their last man standing

They stood strong and true and died for you, and the nations birth right they did not abandon

And like in times of old our deadly foe feared us both in life and in our dying

The enemy only approached our dead, when they saw the raven landing

⏩ Brendan Curran, The Poet without a Pen