In his far from home Beowulf, Higlacs
Follower and the strongest son of the Geats.
Now when waiting help was needed
Bravest and the best of the Greats.
In the straight and distant Danish shore.
My lord of great kings of many deans.
The love in Lord.
My time has called for me at this time.
Hail to the Hrothgar
Best of thus, that my beoned duty was those Danes.
Now Grendel and I has grasped to grented hell
My lord has seen the Love towerds his people
Lord Loving in protection of hid nobel place.
Start Shelterer of worriors of your war people.
The songs, sang throught out many deaths.
6 comments:
hey waz up jesus i love ur poem so cool and unique u even use the old english i love IT KEEP THE WORK COMING CUS THIS IS HOT HOPE U GET A GOOD GRADE CANDY
This poem is great and it makes sense.
It sounds like a real poet wrote it:)
Hey man you really worked really hard it seems in this poem, because it`s really good.
JESUS UR POEM SOUNDS KOOL..I LIKE HOW U DESCRIBE IT FROM THE BEGINNING TO THE END..IF SOMEBODY ELSE THAT HASNT READ THIS BOOK..THEY WOULD UNDRESTAND IT WIT UR POEM..GUERITA
hey nice poem bro it sounds great i like it how u like the story so far i like it and then its getting better uknow beowulf beats grendels mom as well
well i also like ur poem, ur like those poets that write a good poem with hard vocabulary...but other than that u did a great job!
hope u get a good grade too!
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