Poem -

Joan of Ark

Joan of Ark!

We remember her because?

She heard voices in her head?

She rode a horse?

She headed an army?

Was single minded in her cause?

No!

I like to think, pure of spirit was she

Her heart full of love

Her soul bare to see

She carried her load

And took to her grave

The unending devotion of all those today

Who read her story and just have to say

"She was of spirit before us

And will come again

In others physical being

Who instead of sword

Will use pen

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Tim Holtman

She was only a average military leader, bat shit crazy, and when actually in battle won by sheer luck and numbers,not military strategy

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Anne Baldwin

Everyone is entitled to their perception of her. We now know yours.

Thank you for your comment :)

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AUTHOR WILLIAMS...

Strong theme, Good Style, Thanks for posting, Regards WILLIAMSJI 

Her heart full of love

Her soul bare to see

She carried her load

And took to her grave

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Anne Baldwin

I'm so glad my words touch you enough for you comment on them :)

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Tim Holtman

You made a good poem, you really did,so I enjoy your style of writing just not the person portrayed

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Anne Baldwin

Thank you Tim I appreciate your kind words. I take all comments on board, I'm very new to this.

thankyou for taking time out to make your comments, it's much appreciated. :)

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