King's MountainA Poem by Zoe RichardsonFor the anniversary of the Battle of King's MountainKing’s Mountain They came to our mountains And thought they could tame us To keep us as slaves of the Crown But our hearts are free And we won’t bend our knees We won’t run and we won’t back
down We are the Scottish, we are the
Irish The seeds of our freedom we’ve
sown We are the planters, the fellers
of trees These blue hills have long been
our own Men of renown marched hills up and
down To meet at the crest of the ridge Their hoofbeats brought plunder Their cannons made thunder But we held our own at the bridge We slipped through the trees With no sound on the breeze We sighted our muskets and stood Their bright coats of red Dropped still and lay dead As our bullets flew fast from the
wood In the silvering dawn the Redcoats
had gone Our freedom it rose like the sun Each good man that fell sent six
down to hell The war that they brought us we
won When daylight recedes and light
plays on the leaves Our voices will whisper again This nation’s alive and pray God
it won’t die Give thanks to the King’s Mountain
men -Zoe Richardson (2024) © 2025 Zoe RichardsonAuthor's Note
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3 Reviews Added on October 8, 2025 Last Updated on October 8, 2025 AuthorZoe RichardsonCordova, ALAboutAlabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more.. |

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