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.
HELEN WELSHIMER.
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.
HELEN WELSHIMER.
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