I deleted the original post of my poem because I noticed a typo that I wanted to fix. I hate presenting things with errors. So here is my puritan poem, typo completely fixed. I had fun with this assignment. I couldn’t really get out my ideas the right way in the puritan language but it just wasn’t working out for me. I attempted several poems in that kind of language and so I decided to try it in our everyday northern U.S. vernacular, haha, I hope that is acceptable! But I honestly do like what I wrote. It’s of course no masterpiece, but for my first attempted poem of this kind, I am thankful for how it came out. I am a bit of a Christian myself, or I’d like to think so, although I am still unsure and I do not follow the bible. I just believe in a higher power who gives us strength. So when I saw that many poems were about the Lord and how thankful they were, I decided to kind of go with that same theme, while applying how I really felt about the Lord that I appreciate, myself. So my poem is very religious, but I’m impressed with it. I didn’t think it would be this long but once I started talking about the Lord, I just kept going and rhyming. The words kept flowing!

I wasn’t sure if it needed a title or anything, so to be safe, I’ve entitled it:

“The Lord will take you”

I thank the lord for the bed that I lay in every night

I thank him greatly for the bread my children eat with such delight

Soup is cooking over the fire

And as I continue to stir, I am praying to my Lord who is higher

Above me, he sees and he loves me

He grants my children’s wishes

He gives me water to clean my dishes

The Lord has blessed me with love and with care

Which runs so deep. He blessed my fingertips

And my aching feet.

He gives me a heart of gold and soul, full of glee

He says, “Live by my words

And I will take you with me”

He keeps our family at peace

He has blessed us with clean, warm sheets

I know he looks down upon me

And sees that I am not perfect, but I am kind

He grants me with great strength to work

And an analytical mind

Without my Lord, I might as well be blind

And even if I were, I wouldn’t mind

Because the Lord knows best

I am blessed with a vest of great dignity and honor

For a woman that has sinned, I will not look down upon her

I will help her from the ground, I will tell her to stand high

And to look into the sky and tell the Lord just how she feels

With the spinning of the carriage wheels, she will be blessed

Like all of the rest and he will give her a vest to protect her

Like mine, he will assure her not to indulge too much in wine

Like she did before

I will open my door and take her in, as if she were my own

And when she is no longer ill, I will tell her to go

To take the Lord with her, and to remember and know

That he blessed you with love and care, which runs so deep

He will bless your fingertips and your aching feet.

He will give you a heart of gold and soul, full of glee

Then he’ll tell you, “Live by my words

And I will take you with me”