His hair was fair and his blue eyes had fear in them, He held his musket crossways in front of him. He was a friend and only a friend, This seemed odd to me. I felt sorry for him out in the cold, His hands were red with cold standing there. The crown is stupid for sending him here in America, He told me his name it was Matthew Kilroy. The hungry sentry with blue eyes, He was the small fish. I daydream of him while I read, I went it over and over again and I couldnt get rid of him. He was my dream and even the kids liked him, saying soljer here, Matthew was freezing out there in the cold. Living at the sugar warehouse, Matthew lives and sleeps. In the night I look forward to his arrival, I longed to talk about Matthew with somebody. I would stand at the front windows every evening as dusk fell, The candles were lighted and one of them would flicker. My heart would race as I pulled myself to him, Something would catch in my throat. He was like the clock he would always tick, He was the little fish eaten then spit back from the big fish. I looked forward to his arrival in front of the house every night with eagerness, That surprised me that I like him that much in my heart. My spirit felt a kinship with him near Christmas, Blue ribbon like his eyes. The packet wrapped in burlap with bright cold weather, It was the book Pamela the one I love so much the one I wanted so. Say will you go out with me and take a walk on your day off of work for me, I was going out on a walk with a British soldier. His hair is beautiful in many ways, I gave my heart to away and he broke it hard. He stopped coming to do the sentry duty at the Adamss house, I now was all alone in the world with no one to talk to. He gets in a fight and is trialed hard, He goes home with love in the air.
