Buglers Poems - Poems about Buglers

... come let the Father speak His heart In our minds through our eyes He sings melodies springs past participle chose more alternatives; Select offend means to pick; ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...~ 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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

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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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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-......Read the rest...