Secret

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Historical Fiction  |  No Houses

A child spy for George Washington in the Revolutionary War.

All alone

Sneaking silently up the stairs,

Waiting,

Hoping not to hear,

the footsteps

of someone coming near.

 

I put my ear up to the door,

Hold it close and steady.

From inside I hear the arguing voices

of Arnold and Andre.

"Trading sides, you say"

"Yes indeed, is that all?"

"The information if you may"

 

I have heard enough,

hurring down the stairs until

THUD! CRASH!

I had hit a table,

vase tumbling down the stairs

"What was that?"

 

Arnold and Andre coming fast, 

I turn the corner out the door,

I have to get to Washington before

Arnold tells another lie

 

The fate of my county

laid on my sholders

into camp,

into the tent

 

"What have you found, young miss"

Washington asks

"Arnold and Andre cooperating!" 

I blurt

 

They come running into the tent,

and that is where this story ends.


Submitted: April 06, 2020

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aradiaa

I love the feeling you get from reading this , its great , I love it . And thank you for joining , house of poetry ,nice to have you and I hope you enjoy .

Aradiaa

Tue, April 7th, 2020 11:58am

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