A hand in writing

Well, since I need to figure out that scanner, I decided to try out my hand in writing-
Okay, here we go.

 

Out in a place called Shiloh Hill,

Everything was good, life was still.

The creek was clean, 'Twas clear of mud;

But ever rivers get stained in blood.

 

I was wading and standing in the creek,

while the sun was climbing Shiloh's peek.

The creek was like crystal, free of dirt

But there, men died; familes were hurt.

 

'Twas there in Shiloh, under the sun-touched sky,

Brother versus brother; death on both sides.

It all went opposite of serene

As cannons and musket fire filled the scenes.

 

I was standing there, on Shiloh Hill.

Now all is good; all is still.

And the creek is clean, clear of blood.

But once that river was stained in blood.

 

 

 

Well, tell me how you like that- it`s a project for ELA. Bye!