Battle of King's Mountain
By Brandon McNamara, 1st year.
We lived in a town which was once peaceful,
Full of children’s laughter
And full of people.
Our town was Kings Mountain
Of North Carolina
As peaceful as a steady flowing fountain.
When one day we heard screams of death in the distance,
Shouts for help
And calls for assistance.
Then new sounds we heard
Getting closer and closer
That’s when we all began to get scared.
The new sounds were gun shots,
Firing now not so far away
So we packed our blankets, food and pots.
We grabbed all our bagging,
Gathered our kids
And loaded them all onto our Conestoga wagon
We secured our horses to the front
Hopped on board
And thankfully for riding it was a good month
I turned around for a split second
And our village was on fire
Just like I reckoned.
Through the forest we rode,
Through the trees
When suddenly our horses slowed.
There lay a village we couldn’t refuse,
Bright and Peaceful
Where we would seek refuge.