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The soldiers

By: Norma Allan

Hobnail boots and Casanovas
Flat tipped caps, fathers, brothers
Damp wet streets and fallen snow
Leafless trees with no flower show

Crunch and thump is the marching tune
Beat for beat impending doom
Mothers wailing, women weep
Children playing hide and seek

Woodmen, millers carpet beaters
Football fans and wicket keepers
Bypass the fountain pen so suave
That writes the answers to resolve

We do not listen we do not read
We fight with sword to fill their need
So off they march to a catchy tune
Existence uncertain, their lives in ruin

(c) Norma Allan 2004

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Norma Allan is a Freelance writer and manages the article sites www.itempad.com www.whendot.com www.writedot.com

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