The Last Post
i'm sadly sick of the sweet refrain
Which reminds me of my comrades slain.
Each night in my sleep I dream the dream
The Last Post 's doleful requiem. .
We all stand in serried rank and file,
Soldiers in uniform without smile.
The bedecked carriage lowers slowly,
Rifles raised , a resounding volley.
Bugles raised to lips to the fallen toast,
Buglers draw out their tune - The Last Post.
I wonder when I give up my ghost
will I be blest to hear - The Last Post ?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G-Pz5KsyfN0
~15 Jun 2016~
Copyright © Karam Misra | Year Posted 2016
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