tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post4431682762407448227..comments2024-03-28T04:26:30.557-05:00Comments on Boston 1775: The Bunker Hill Poetic Challenge Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-86294867774946739142014-07-01T10:41:20.734-05:002014-07-01T10:41:20.734-05:00And here's a response from G. Lovely that arri...<i>And here's a response from G. Lovely that arrived as a comment on another posting:</i><br /><br />Can never resist a Limerick challenge:<br /><br />It twas I that shot the Major dead,<br />Twas me, that shot ‘em others said,<br />Though clearly not,<br />On the rampart shot, <br />Still Pitcairn died as rebels fled.J. L. Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15405157000473731801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-84371276735083190152014-07-01T10:38:54.378-05:002014-07-01T10:38:54.378-05:00Here's a contribution that came in from Commit...<i>Here's a contribution that came in from Committee of Correspondence on Facebook: </i><br /><br />I’m no poet but here is a rhyme, done in very short time. <br /><br />It was the wrong hill they sought<br />The orders were clear on which hill<br />Colonel Prescott just over-thought<br />This is why the list had a high kill.<br /><br />The British knew exactly what to do<br />Up the hill they would march all<br />Their orders were just as clear too<br />But on the first try they did a stall<br /><br />Again and again the redcoats did try<br />Patriots shot at the whites of their eyes<br />Cannons and shot rained from the sky<br />Finally they won, a Hazza they would cry<br /><br />Warren was dead as with many on a list<br />Gage was the winner but at such a price<br />It was certain the Patriots could make a fist<br />The British decided not to do that twice. J. L. Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15405157000473731801noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-25417800612431489832014-06-29T08:58:10.079-05:002014-06-29T08:58:10.079-05:00Since April of that fateful year,
the enemies stoo...Since April of that fateful year,<br />the enemies stood fast, but near.<br /><br />"Towards Bunker Hill" the orders read,<br />but 'twas Breeds Hill they arrived instead.<br /><br />As dawn broke through, the Brits first sight,<br />was of Prescott's work throughout the night.<br /><br />Entrenchments made of stone and earth,<br />would decide the fate of a nation's birth.<br /><br />A direct assault would set the course, <br />to try and take the hill en force.<br /><br />With Stark's resolve and Warren's chances,<br />twice they held off Howe's advances.<br /><br />With the third advance it was time to run,<br />yet the Brtis had lost and the Rebels won!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03791901740290323610noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-7513426324317991282014-06-28T14:04:13.383-05:002014-06-28T14:04:13.383-05:00I've got a copy of the book, so this isn't...I've got a copy of the book, so this isn't an official entry. Just couldn't restrain my artistic impulse:<br /><br />While stuck inside Boston's bubble,<br />The British burned Charlestown to rubble.<br />They carried the hill,<br />But so many were killed<br />That it really was not worth the trouble.Michael Lynchhttps://pastinthepresent.wordpress.com/noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-80185974325526297522014-06-27T14:00:03.795-05:002014-06-27T14:00:03.795-05:00The Rebs go marching one by one.
Huzzah! Huzzah!
T...The Rebs go marching one by one.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching one by one.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching one by one;<br />Captain Prescott says, "I have no guns!"<br />And they all go marching up, to the top<br />To build themselves a redoubt<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Whigs go marching two by two.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching two by two.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching two by two;<br />General Putnam stops to enjoy the view<br />And they all go marching back, up the hill<br />to cover the retreat<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Whigs go marching three by three.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching three by three.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching three by three;<br />Captain Knowlton says "Will you look at the sea!?!"<br />And they all go marching down to the beach<br />To extend the fortification's reach<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Whigs go marching four by four.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching four by four.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Whigs go marching four by four;<br />The Regulars begin landing on the shore!<br />And they all start marching up, the big hill<br />to swallow them whole.<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Brits go marching five by five.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching five by five.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching five by five;<br />Many of them wonder 'Will they return alive'?<br />And they all keep marching up, the big hill<br />To swallow them whole<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Brits go marching six by six.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching six by six.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching six by six;<br />The little one stops to bang his sticks<br />And they all keep marching up, the big hill<br />To swallow them whole.<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Brits go marching seven by seven.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching seven by seven.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching seven by seven;<br />"Aim for the waist!" the command is giv'n<br />"Fire!", a choakey mouthful indeed<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />The Brits go marching eight by eight.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching eight by eight.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching eight by eight;<br />until they reach the fiery gate<br />And they all go tumbling, down to the ground<br />To get away from the pain<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom! <br /><br />The Brits go marching nine by nine.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching nine by nine.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching nine by nine;<br />General Howe must have his wine<br />And they all go tumbling, down to the ground<br />To get away from the pain<br />Boom, boom, boom, boom! <br /><br />The Brits go marching ten by ten.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching ten by ten.<br />Huzzah! Huzzah!<br />The Brits go marching ten by ten;<br />Until they finally make the ascent<br />and the Whigs go tumbling, down to the ground <br />To get away from the pain<br />boom, boom, boom, boom!<br /><br />I submitted an entry yesterday but I wss logged into my wife's Google account by mistake. I thought I'd submit another entry. This is set to the tune of "THe Ants go Marching"John Johnsonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15768771014487413321noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-8466010749889607652014-06-27T12:29:32.757-05:002014-06-27T12:29:32.757-05:00"THE REBEL'S SECRET REVEAL'D"
W..."THE REBEL'S SECRET REVEAL'D"<br /><br />When dawn reveal'd the Rebel fort<br />One Abercrom was heard to retort<br />"With one advance we shall win the day!"<br />Alas, it did not turn out that way.<br /><br />"Another charge and we no doubt win!"<br />Said Howe "Let the next advance begin!"<br />Yet failure again was their reward<br />Samuel Paine thought it quite untoward<br /><br />Whilst over in Boston, Gage did muse<br />"What evil trick do these Rebels use?"<br />"Oh Mars! Reveal their secret power!"<br />"How can they hold out hour 'pon hour?"<br /><br />In fact, 'twas all due to Snelling's drinks<br />- or so his son would have us thinks.<br /><br /><br />(R. Doctorow)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-5734087935805556572014-06-27T07:47:21.027-05:002014-06-27T07:47:21.027-05:00The regulars mounted a charge
That was incredibly ...The regulars mounted a charge<br />That was incredibly large<br />They stormed the redoubt<br />The rebels got out<br />And ran 'cross the Neck to recharge.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-64406499435055382422014-06-27T05:14:46.898-05:002014-06-27T05:14:46.898-05:00On the challenge of telling Joseph Warren's st...On the challenge of telling Joseph Warren's story including his legendary demise at Bunker Hill:<br /><br />Faded icon of the gilded halo,<br />Once illuminating, inspiring;<br />Admirers, enemies, lovers, family,<br />A distant memory trodden under foot.<br /><br />Evanescent existence; flickering fame,<br />A quintessence of reflections<br />Incidentally etched on ancient relics.<br />Can we conjure your presence?Dr. Sam Formanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14393878160942696386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-18339032098895509822014-06-26T17:26:35.446-05:002014-06-26T17:26:35.446-05:00From up on Bunker Hill
Was heard such a Shrill
Tha...From up on Bunker Hill<br />Was heard such a Shrill<br />That we knew that the redcoats were coming<br />When out of the reeds<br />They climbed upon Breed's<br />As fire rained down all upon them<br />The hillside was red <br />With the blood of the dead <br />Dr Warren was slain where he'd fallen<br />So Howe won the day<br />But was then heard to say<br />With many more wins we''ll be finishedAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06362476056409865686noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-3018703998132098862014-06-26T12:37:33.218-05:002014-06-26T12:37:33.218-05:00There once was a hill near Boston
In looks, quite ...There once was a hill near Boston<br />In looks, quite unremarkable,<br />The British marched up<br />To swallow it whole<br />Only to find a "choakey mouthful".Amberhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17681195867311496387noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28102666.post-7527062032066777822014-06-26T10:13:21.810-05:002014-06-26T10:13:21.810-05:00An example inspired by this posting:
Colonel A.’s...An example inspired by <a href="http://boston1775.blogspot.com/2014/06/reports-of-lt-col-james-abercrombies.html" rel="nofollow">this posting</a>:<br /><br />Colonel A.’s treatment was heinous.<br />Period surgeons had no intravenous,<br />And were a bit bleary<br />On modern germ theory,<br />So his small toothpick wound turned gangrenous. J. L. Bellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15405157000473731801noreply@blogger.com