Jessica Hurteau S3R3
Futility Poem and letter
Gently its touch awoke him once,
At home, whispering of fields unsown.
Always it woke him, even in France,
Until this morning and this snow.
If anything might rouse him now
The kind old sun will know.
Thank how it wakes the seeds,
Woke,once, the clays of a cold star.
Are limbs, so dear-achieved, are sides,
Full-nerved-- still warm,-- too hard to stir?
Was it for this the clay grew tall?
O what made fatuous sunbeams toil
To break earth's sleep at all?
Dear Mr. President,
I would really like you to consider to stop the war because lots of people are dying and not being recognized for their service. One soldier that I know died in his sleepand still has not been honored for his time fighting in the war. I really believe that this war needs to end because it is only causing more chaos and more deaths to pile up. This stress is so unbearable that people sometimes just don't wake up in the morning.
Please consider the lives that you are losing and contemplate ending the war.
Who's for the Game and response to poem
The red crashing game of a fight?
Who'll grip and tackle the job unafraid?
And who thinks he'd rather sit tight?
Who'll toe the line for the signal to 'Go'?
Who'll give his country a hand?
Who wants a turn to himself in the show?
Who knows it won't be a picnic -- not much
yet eagerly shoulders a gun?
Who would much rather come back with a crutch
Than lie low and be out of the fun?
Come along, lads
But you'll come on all right
For there's only one course to pursue,
Your country is up to her neck in a fight,
And she's looking and calling for you.
Response to poem: This poem is about a man who is proudly going off to war and wants people to join him, but the people who join him will only end up dying because of all the violence. No matter how many people go to fight in the war there will still be many casualties and some wont even be recognized for their service.