Daily Prompt : Brave

In response to prompt :  Brave

I thought and thought what would be the  most suitable meaning of, “The Prompt, Brave.”

All I could think of is the poem,  Casabianca by Felicia Hemans.

Here is the complete poem:

The boy stood on the burning deck

Whence all but he had fled,

The flame that lit the battle’s wreck

Shone round him o’er the dead.

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Yet beautiful and bright he stood,

As born to rule the storm;

A creature of heroic blood,

A proud though child-like form.

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The flames rolled on- he would not go

Without his father’s word.

That father faint in death below,

His voice no longer heard.

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He called aloud – ‘Say Father, say

If yet my task is done?!

He knew not that the chieftain lay

Unconscious of his son.

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‘Speak  father!’ once again he cried,

If I may yet be gone!’

And but the booming shots replied,

And fast the flames rolled on.

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Upon his brow he felt their breath,

And in his waving hair,

And looked from that lone post of death

In still yet brave despair.

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And shouted but once more aloud,

‘My father! must I stay?!

While o’er him fast, through sail and shroud,

The wreathing fires made way.

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They wrapped the ship in splendour wild,

They caught the flag on high,

And streamed about the gallant child,

Like banners in the sky.

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There came a burst of thunder sound —

The boy – oh! where was he?

Ask of the winds that far around

With fragments strewed the sea!  –

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With mast and helm, and pennon fair,

That well had borne their part-

But the noblest thing that perished there

Was that young faithful heart.

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According to the University of Pennsylvania site,   ” Young Casabianca,  a boy about thirteen years old, son of the admiral of the orient, remained at his post(in The Battle Of The Nile), after the ship had taken fire, and all the guns had been abandoned; and perished in the explosion of the vessel, when the flames had reached the powder!

I learned this poem when I was in third grade, I still think what an amazingly  brave boy he was!

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Daily Prompts: FEARLESS

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Write a new post in response to the one-word prompt, “FEARLESS”

Fearless:

I’m not sure I can use fearless as one of my traits. I cower when I see lightning followed by thunder. I cannot breathe when it is pitch dark at night.

I’m afraid to write as I fear it will not be received well.

I’m fearless when I cook and bake, because I only attempt them when I know what I’m doing.

I’m afraid to tell lies because I think of the consequences on  judgement day.

I sometimes wonder is there anyone who is fearless?

 

 

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five minute fiction: Fearless

Lillie McFerrin Writes

Geeta a twenty year old college student once told her friends she was not afraid of anyone or anything, her friend Nellie challenged her she said, “Come to my party this week-end, I’ll see how much of your claim is believable.

Geeta was prepared, she felt the week-end was not coming soon enough.

On the day of the party Geeta was thrilled, she felt Nellie made an idle threat, she was going to show what she is made of.

At five thirty  that day  Geeta left the house and took a bus to Nellie’s house, she got off at the right stop and was walking along the street, all of a sudden a noise startled her, thinking it was a noise made by some foolish kid, she moved on, then to her dismay the noise became louder, she ignored this noise too and didn’t think anyone was trying to get her attention,she looked around to see where the noise was coming from, there was nothing visible, she had barely taken a step when she saw a giant figure, she couldn’t tell if it was a man or a beast, she turned around to go the other way, the creature grabbed her, she froze and started trembling violently, all that came out of her was,”Let me go please”.

Then the most unbelievable thing happened, there in front of her was Nellie, laughing like a crazy person,”Well Gita  I know what you mean by you are not afraid, now that I got my answer let’s go home for dinner,Mom cooked the most delicious meal just for you the fearless girl!”

: https://sabethville.wordpress.com/2014/07/25/five-minute-fiction-fearless/