Sunday, July 6, 2014

to my brother

I always thought war was a gallant march
 Of brave young drums and flags that strew bright air;
I had supposed there was victory arch
 Where parades were ended and I didn't care
So very much when I saw soldiers leave,
 Or aircraft wing a swift, courageous way;
 I thought that they would always find reprieve,
 From harm. But that was yesterday!
 Now you are grown and you must join the ranks,
 The little boy whom I told stories to.
 I have much deeper interest now in tanks
And armaments and troop trains passing through.
 I seem to understand it all much more
 Since I have heard that you are going to war.


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