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Marching

Contributed by Troubadour on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 03:37:31 PM in AEST
Topic: war

Marching.
He goes.
Freezing.
In his ragged clothes.
Marching.
He goes.
To meet his death.

Marching.
He fixes his bayonet.
Cold fingers trembling.
Marching.
He looks around.
Fear and courage.
Fight for control.
Inside of him.

Marching.
He is short of ammunition.
Wearing not shoes.
But, cloth tied around his feet.
Marching.
He is so hungry.
Having already ate.
His meager share of food.

Marching.
He casts his gaze.
Upon the enemy.
Marching.
He comes closer yet.
Seeing the bright red coats.
And well groomed faces.

Marching.
He stops.
Loads.
Aims.
Fires.
His first and last shot.

His only struggle
For freedom.
His only stand.
Against his oppressors.

Lying.
In the bed.
Of the makeshift hospital.
With no left arm.
And internal bleeding.
He wonders.
If his shot.
Made a difference.
Wonders.
If liberty and freedom.
Will truly prevail.
As he closes his eyes.
One last time. He peacefully dies.
Off.
To march.
His final march.

Copyright © Troubadour ... [ 2004-05-26 15:37:31]
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Re: Marching (User Rating: 1 )
by fbijedi on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 10:04:37 PM AEST
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Great poem, especially with memorial day coming soon. It really captures a glimpse of what it must've been like for those brave men. Keep up the good work!

Re: Marching (User Rating: 1 )
by holderofthestone on Wednesday, 26th May 2004 @ 10:33:59 PM AEST
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great! You have a very imaginitive writing style. very creative good job

Re: Marching (User Rating: 1 )
by DocPardue on Saturday, 29th May 2004 @ 09:02:49 PM AEST
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You have captured the essential feeling of early soldiers in our revoluntary war, well written.
Doc Pardue

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