Before The Battle (poem)
Music only
I feel the cold of it
The field that looms beneath my feet
Now covered with a thin live mist
In menacing retreat
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The sun will show no favor
As it turns behind the clouds
Impending carnage in the air
Birds wait amidst their shrouds
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How many gallant brave young boys
Will fall upon this day
While mothers scream and cry aloud
Another passed his way
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It’s there the path that soon will bring
Our trained contenders hence
While we will make our final rest
Along this shaded fence
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But as the dread hour draws nigh
I fall upon my knees
I pray to God to understand
My love for times as these
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I hear my troops cast care free shouts
As they begin to sprawl
Just then I’m struck behind the head
“Hey coach, throw me the ball!”