They Sang
They sang as they marched
And boarded the trains,
They sang as they set out to sea.
They sang as they trooped
Down french country lanes,
They sang of a great victory.
But where they were going
Was no place for singing,
No place for youths levity.
For they would see death,
A man's final breath,
And confront, their own destiny.
Entry for
CONTEST NO 512,ANY THEME,ANY FORM,
UP TO A MAX OF 20 LINES Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
1/11/18. Placed=1st.
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