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A/N here's my little imitation poem to Walt Whitmans' O captain My Captain. Or as I like to call a Foem (fanfic +Poem) I fell in love with the original poem while watching Dead Poet's Society with Robin Williams- It's a great movie go watch it.
A/N 04/30/07- with DH coming Upon us I though I would repost this
O Harry My Harry
O Harry! My Harry! Our fearful war is done;
The school has weather'd every strike, the death we sought is done;
The doors are near, the twins I hear, the people all exclaiming
While looking out the sturdy school, the castle dark and battered:
But O hell! Hell! Hell!
O the bleeding stream of red,
where on the grass my Harry lies,
Fallen Cold and dead.
O Harry! My Harry get up and hear the twins;
Get up- for you the children scream-for you the Phoenix sings
For you awards and Ogdens's old- for you the lawns a-crowding;
For you they call, the relieved mass, their happy faces turning;
Here Harry! Dear best mate!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some trick that on the grass
you've fallen cold and dead.
My Harry does not stir, his face is pale and still;
My best mate does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The school is secured safe and sound, its gates opened and inviting;
From fearful war, the victor team, celebrates with Evil gone
Exclaim, my friends, and sing O twins!
But I with unsteady tread
Walk the lawn my Harry lies,
Fallen, cold and dead.
You read it?…….please review. flames are welcome( I'll take anything lolz)