Monday, December 12, 2005

A SOLDIER'S PREROGATIVE

From down the hill
Came a marching tune
To celebrate
One man's fortune.
But in his path
Lay twist and holes.
Only this road
Is faced by the bold.


So down the hill
He came running.
Left and right
His feet gave might
To a stronger stride
Filled him with pride
Only this road
Is faced by the bold.


A drum beat to hear
And a voice to sear.
Moving forward
To a future unclear
Took his boots
And marched on through
Only this road
Is faced by the bold.


Through the field
And passed the hill
Reinforced
By the strongest will
Cleared a trail
Left his story to spill
In this road
Only rest the bold.

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