Yesterday I posted the first poem I ever wrote. The rhyme scheme is really simple, as you would expect from a 9 year old, but the language as well is painfully basic and the way the subject is discussed is very bland and insensitive. Despite how much it makes me cringe as an adult, I am also very sentimental about it as it marked the start of my journey into writing poetry.
Today I thought I’d keep with the trend and post up another of my early poems. As my first poem formed part of my homework for a history lesson on the Blitz, the second poem I wrote was about the end of the Second World War. I am not going to post that up as there is no significant improvement from the first, although I think it is more sensitive to the events it describes.
The poem I am posting up is one from a few years on, when I was about 11 and I my last year of Primary School. There’s still a cheap rhyme in the middle that I’m not particularly pleased with, but this is the poem that I am most proud of on behalf of my younger self. It is the one poem, before I became a teenager, that actually tells a story and contains some historical detail. It accompanied a homework task about the Trojan War and I hope you enjoy it.
THE TROJAN HORSE
There once was a wooden horse,
Which was built for a certain cause.
30 men hid inside,
The rest rode off on the tide.
Sinon was left behind,
Telling the Trojans they’d won,
They celebrated with fun.
That night the Greeks crept out,
They opened the gates and gave a shout!
They killed the Trojans with a spear,
And rescued Queen Helen,
The Greeks gave a cheer!
Back to Greece they sailed,
The brave King Menelaus was hailed.