Ode To Soldiers
The trumpets are calling
It is time to go to war
Little children stop crying
For I must go afar
If my body lays to rest
And my breath will expire
The wind will sing my conquest
Though my arms will retire
Doves are calling from above
I must go home for a while
Where the maiden that I love
Dearly craves for my smile
But sweet it is to lay my heart
And give this breath to make a stand
For honor is to part
For the glory of the land
October 11, 2022
Copyright © R. B. Cawis | Year Posted 2022
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