Joan of Arc

A Poem By Kathleen // 7/31/2012

An angel came to her, a girl
without riches or crown
A servant of the Holy One
to the peasant without renown

He told the girl to end what men
had failed to do before.
He told her stop what’s been
a hundred years of war.

A daunting task for one who had
never wielded a sword
But she would listen and trust
her death unto the Lord.

And doubtless was she met with men’s
faithless laughter and stares;
a lonely road for a young girl
to stand above and bear.

They tried to stop her doing what
she knew she had to do.
‘’ Go home!’’ they sneered, and told her that
‘’ The battle’s not for you.’’

At last she fought to end the war
for kingdom, for her land
and triumph was given that none
could know or understand.

Until they had her in their hands
and called her witch for what she’d done
For battles, that were not by might
but by miracles won.



I love this! I would never have been able to write something like that and create such a clear picture of it! This was really, Really, REALLY GOOD!! Well done!

Maddi | Wed, 08/01/2012

Goodbye? Oh no, please. Can’t we just go back to page one and start all over again?” – Winnie The Pooh


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