the battle of hastings...

On a hill we sat.

We saw not a gnat,

Waiting for dawn to break.

Spears poised,

but still not a noise,

Yet the Normans were ever advancing.

Then out of the dawn,

We heard many a horn,

They were here in their thousands.

We charged down the hill,

The Normans stood still,

As we drew nearer and nearer.

The clash of man,

They turned and ran,

We thought they would be braver.

The cries of the French,

Died in the trench,

That, we could not ignore.

As we turned back,

We felt a sudden lack,

Of soldiers in our midst.

The Normans had returned,

And William had earned

His place on the British throne.

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this is an epic fail of a poem, but I wrote it for school a few years ago and just found it XD xx