a handful of lines for a lost regiment

The boys have gone to foreign shores,
And it is silent in the glade,
No more to fight their toy-sword wars
Beneath the swaying poplars’ shade.

In regiments finely arrayed
They marched through town to cheers and roars
But now there will be no parade;
The boys have gone to foreign shores.

As lads they frolicked out-of-doors
And till the cusp of dusk they stayed
Now no one treads the forests’ floors
And it is silent in the glade

As bullet zipped and cannon brayed
They swore their oaths and never-mores;
(Stark playthings have the boys arrayed
No more to fight their toy-sword wars.)

It’s said that Nature all restores,
That God answers all that we’ve prayed
But crosses dot the fields and moors
Beneath the swaying poplars’ shade.

The wins and losses all assayed
And written down like cricket scores,
With yeoman gallantry replayed,
Though this the agate type ignores;
The boys have gone.

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19 thoughts on “a handful of lines for a lost regiment

  1. Its a short lived joy, but in times like those, any respite is enough. You could take this one from personal to global and back again in a heartbeat. I love that it feels like someone trying to force a joyous tiding, but it falls to the concrete surface of reality and we all wit to see if its going to break. Great work!

  2. I read this earlier this morning on my tablet. I am very impressed with your form here – being so accustomed to your free verse/ prose poetry. I am a great fan of repetition well-applied and this is excellent.

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