Thoughts of a Soldier
Thoughts Of A Soldier
Marchinn,no beatin drum to keep my rhythum.
No one is singinn or whistlinn.
Just making miles on a one way trip.
Bringing death to all religions.
Armed with weapons of mass destruction.
Carryinn my extra socks and foot powder.
Wishinn i did not have to have my beer later.
Lookinn for a place no place to eat.
Forgettinn always to carry meat.
Have i got my knife yet and all my leaven.
On my merry way to heaven,
I have to fight now to survive.
Thoughts of a soldier,gettinn older in the night.
Copyright © Charles Hice | Year Posted 2006
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment