Half a league half a league
Half a league onward
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred:
'Forward the Light Brigade
Charge for the guns' he said
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred
Forward the Light Brigade!'
Was there a man dismay'd?
Not tho' the soldier knew
Some one had blunder'd:
Theirs not to make reply,
Theirs not to reason why,
Theirs but to do & die,
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
Alfred Tennyson -- "The Charge of the Light Brigade"
Jesse, Miss. Paygn has emailed this to me. I'm on compassionate leave, apparently, according to the ciriculum secretary, I'm in cyber school at the moment because notes, homework and help are being given to me via emails. You have a months worth of catching up to do... but I'll help you.
I never told you this, but Alfred Tennyson is my favourite poet. And this is -- not only our homework -- but my favourite poem.
I never got to tell you that.
I never got to tell you these things.
So you need to wake up so I can tell you these things.
I'm missing you far too much.
Morgan.
YOU ARE READING
Seven is a Five Letter Word (3 - complete)
Teen Fiction[PART THREE OF: I'm five, were you meant to dial seven?] Morgan met Jesse because of her mobile phone. He texted a cheeky message to 07657 234 562 instead of 07657 234 762. Now, after going on holiday to St. Christoph, Jesse ended up in hospital, a...
