The Lone Survivor

The Lone Survivor sonnet poems

The sound of bugles dins louder at last,
The cavalry must be approaching near,
Thank God that here, no more did cannons blast,
When seen from yonder banks as smoke would clear;
And not a stir from all the dead around,
My friends and foes, that lay all splayed and still,
Had I not fled this fateful battleground,
My guts would also scatter on the fill;
But then, to have glory where others died,
This flag would be defiled held by my hand,
False History might have me glorified,
As lone surviving hero of my band;
……Before greatness would soon to me extend,
……I have to leave, deserter till the end.

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♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
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