“marching Saints” ~ forever And A Day !

marching Saints ~ forever And A Day ! short poem

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On the lines of the poem ‘Daffodils’,
I quote my words once for the view uphill !
Plush green ferns,algae laden trees..
Behold! my sight catches a line of men in “Olive Green”

Weapon they gripped, capped with camouflaged nets were their helmets
Whistling they marched, undeviating feet surely did left -right- left
Prying ears for the sake of curiosity I put
To elucidate the propitious sound those parading feet produced

Proud they looked and not a bit tired they looked ..
Patriotic songs, elegantly concerted their hands shook !

Clever brains unlaxing in their cabins while wondered ..
What for and why those barmy souls dawn to dusk wander
What moves these brave-heart day and night ..
Few little coins …or urge to earn a bite ..!!

Old tree in the backyard replied to the clever’s question..
Gallantly yet unflinchingly retorted in a milder tone
“Folks…it said,,,, “Patriotism in chest and on their shoulders these brave adorn..
With a smug look that tree gleamed “but you clever would understand only if you ever marched with them along”

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Randall Smith
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Pallasha, you have given the picture of men going off to war.Heads high and not afraid. This was well written and very close to how soldiers are before the fighting. You did well and drew a picture we can all see and understand.

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