Buglers Poems - Poems about Buglers

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...At 3 p.m. in every state, All buglers, young and old, Will join to play a tune which On this date has oft consoled. The song is 24 notes long And “Taps” is what it’s named. Its poignant sound......

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...Night had been short, I still was highly tired for my bones had been badly maltreated during exhausting marches. I admired comrade John who recently had cheated the Reaper in the north at Stamfor......

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...~ Let's Have a Parade ~ A Shriner drives his little car Hairpin turns upon a star Red-fezzed Turks play guitars Let’s have a parade… A marching band is next in line Buglers trumpet no......

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...O' LIVE Sweet TAPS We Miss Thee Whoever thought it would come to this? Live TAPS for the dead are dismissed. The live bugle is silent. It's no longer real. It's as dead as respect. It's a callo......

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...I am the peakest of peaks. I rise out of morning mist, a castle of earth. From my towers, I see everything... where sky meets heaven, sunshine meets shadow. My spires: pine, spruce, f......

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...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......

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...The Walk Roans, chestnuts, blacks and greys Stand the line in perfect swathes Tunic buttons and brasses glisten Brave men sit and for orders listen The finest horse out on parade Six hundre......

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...It was so simple All he had to do Was what they Told him Stand straight Wet your lips Press the valves And let the bugle do the rest. The last few words Were the toughest “..Then goodn......

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...I sat beside my window To greet the early morn And hope that I may hear soon The buglers upon their horns Only then will I be sure That my heart be full of glee Harrah! He is home now My trav......

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...UN soldiers fought and were forced to retreat Behind sandbags protected by barbwire hoops. Many GI's died as they held off attacks, By 810,000 Communist troops. Our guys used phosphorus, flame-......

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