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CALIFORNIA
RETIRED TEACHERS ASSOCIATION
SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA

AREA XI

Mac McAnear's Poetry Collection
Marion "Mac" McAnear's
Collection of Original Poetry
Poet Laureate of CRTA-AREA XI
Member - San Diego - Division 4

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ONE OF THE MACS
THE MACS - 6

Men came forth to lead them on
Some prominent in local eyes
None found his way in patriot ranks
Who wore the coward’s guise!

English threats of the hangman’s noose
For all who challenged the wrongs
In answer to which these gallant lads
Gave wit and stirring songs!

Of our brothers from the Scottish land
Listening to the harangue for awhile
Sean, jaunty and daring as ever afore
Emerged from the crowd with a smile.

He’d made a name which fit him right
For this bloody fight ahead
They looked to him to be in front
To see that the men were led.

Amazingly accurate at many a thing
In the craft to which he had turned
Skill to kill the British foe
He knew first hand or learned!

The pattern set long ago
Aping of a brother’s move
Whatever the eldest did with a flair
The other two followed the groove!

Someone needed to record these events
The captain’s urgent appeal
A literate patriot devoted to truth
A good man filled with zeal!

A natural niche for Matthew
In this struggle that absorbed them all
Colonials’ stake immeasurably high
At once he answered the call!

The sergeant shrewdly sized them up
Quietly striding to the clerk
Giving their names and ages if young
But not one surrendering his dirk!
 
ONE OF THE MACS
THE MACS - 7

Took the oath this handful of men
Captain up high on a stump
Lightened the moment’s grave intent
By slapping himself on the rump.

“I’ll let that bastard Georgio
“Kiss the best part of me
“Soon as we’ve booted his royal backside
“And gained our liberty!”

A raucous, thundering chorus
Joined this gauntlet cry
They’d catch every redcoat by the throat
Squeeze to see him die!

Sun had settled an hour or so
Troop slipped silently away
Knew to fight in the middle of the night
To keep the regulars at bay!

“Darkness evens everything out!”
Major Clark was a crafty man
“Learn by listening and keeping your head
“Strike as quick as you can!”

Malcolm picked a frontier spy
For the noble cause of freedom
Moved about like any scout
When the major said I need ‘em!

Moore, Linn, Harland, and Kenton
All brave scouts by two
Slipped away into the wilderness
A crucial force but few!

Those the best woodsmen in Kentucky
Drew lots to find who’d go
Linn and Moore and a taciturn man
Found what they wanted to know!

Most likely capture Kaskaskia
Foothold in the wooded west
Where Indians sided with the British
But Colonials to continue their quest!

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Mac McAnear - Author
Mac McAnear
"Poet - Author"

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