Have you ever heard
of the legend of Sarah Burns?
She lived in the plains where birds
flew in plenty.
One day, when the men,
the northern of the brothers, went
to another battlefield, their den
behind them: they met.
A single man yelled from behind
that a cannon had something
stuck in it, so Sarah went to find.
A kindness no one knew.
Inside was a map and ball,
which lit when her rough, warm hands
went inside, and she did fall.
So went the legend of Sarah Burns.
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A Little Bit of Happiness, A Little Bit of Joy
PoetryPoems for the soul or whatever you feel like. Most of them are happy because that's nice, right? Anyway, these are just fun little poems about all sorts of things. If you want you can even make a request on a subject or style! Except suicide or self...
