A Poem about Harriet Tubman

Harriet Tubman
By Me
(Uh... no idea when I wrote this... I think I was nine... or ten... about... 2014-ish...?)

She's working hard in the fields,
Rough hands hard at work,
Every day as the plantation builds,
She never thinks to shirk.

But one day she has a thought,
That she never thought before,
And as she thinks, slowly she is brought,
Right out her master's front door.

Why does she labor?
All the men think she's a pest,
So why didn't she get to savor,
Going to meet in her Sunday best?

So at night she runs away,
With the North Star leading the way,
She never once went astray,
Marching all night, only to rest in the day.

She finally reaches the border,
After much hurry and fright,
She finally brings to order,
"I will get my family this next night."

When the day finally came,
Hiding behind graves,
Freeing black slaves,
Her name became: Moses.

As freeing became her job,
She freed over three hunder'd,
Becoming aware of a mob,
"$40,000 to her capturer!" they thundered.

Her work continues,
Lincoln quickly works,
Her friends make use,
Lincoln's study is where he lurks.

Finally, her freeing ends,
As she gathers 'round with her friends,
A man finishes with an exclamation,
"Now we have read the Emancipation Proclamation!"

This is all I know of Harriet now,
And I hope you finish this with a 'WOW!'
I know that already we have agreed,
Harriet's by whom we want to be freed!



P.S. I'm so sorry that I haven't posted FOREVER, but I just haven't found anything new to read. I'll post as soon as I have one for you, I PROMISE. But meanwhile, I'll try to think of things to write so that you won't get too bored with me. :)

- Maria