Short Swales Poems

Far across the hills and dales,
Ringing o'er the rills and swales:
Ever nearer, ever louder;
Ever dearer, gaining power.
Drawing hearts and minds to one;
Once sounded out, and once begun
Men cannot fail to hear her calling-
Solders freed from fear of falling.

Calling, crying to her sons,
"All must fight till freedom's won."
Leading them to victory;
Leaving them with liberty. 


(Written on the fifth of July, 2015)...

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