The Old Warrior

As the old soldier came riding in all alone, Worn out from battling said it was the worst he’d ever known. He said they were heavily out numbered from the start, And everyone showed valor they all knew their part. He said he was captured and beaten and left there for dead, His old uniform was stained bright crimson red. He said he managed to escape in the darkness of night, And with a little food and rest he’d be ready to fight. As he got off his horse he crumpled to the ground, And laid there in silence as they stood all around. His comrades picked him up and carried him to an awaiting tent, Where he rested for days, the old man had been through quite an event. As he placed his feet on the ground, His old head started spinning around. He caught hold of a pole and steadied himself so he wouldn’t fall. He said I know I missed muster I just couldn’t make bugle call. He told one of the troopers as soon as I eat I’ll be ready to fight. The trooper just laughed, said if you ain’t the sight. The old soldiers face turned more than three shades of red, Said I want to go back and avenge my comrades that now are dead. The other trooper said sorry you‘ve taken me wrong, He said they surrendered yesterday morning just west of the prong. He said looks like before long they’ll be shipping us home, As he stood there polishing some tarnished old chrome. The old man was thankful said reckon I’m going to retire, And go back to Texas and see what kind of life will transpire.