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Drake's Drum

Updated on September 18, 2015

Sir Francis Drake

A life of adventure has been bestowed upon me.

At the beck and call of my Queen, I sailed the earth to become a thorn in the Spaniards side.

From the Isthmus of Panama, down to the Cape of Good Hope, I have chased the elusive treasure fleets.

And with the bounties collected, I became a man of the court, and declared a nobleman by my Queen.

In her time of need, I sailed to Cadiz and called it my own, singeing the beard of King Phillip II.

One year later, she called for me again, and I set the Spanish Armada alight after finishing my game of bowls.

And throughout it all, I played the beat of victory on my drum.

And in this instrument, I bestowed my heart and soul, promising to rise again should it be played.

Waiting at a moment’s notice for the call of alarm to be sounded, I slumber on the bottom of the sea.

In my lead coffin, dressed in a full suit of armor, I listen for the crescendo.

To come back.

For my love.

For my life.

For my England.

© 2012 Augustine A. Zavala

Drake’s statue on Plymouth Hoe

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      Augustine A Zavala 2 years ago from Texas

      Thank you RJ. My favorite figure of colonial history. Thank you for the comment and visit.

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      Ralph Schwartz 2 years ago from Idaho Falls, Idaho

      Fine piece of work - dramatic and factual