Armed Forces

Maya A., Poetry

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We set out today.

Fifty men and fifty horses,

Each a member of the armed forces.


We marched through the rain,

We marched under the sun,

At times it almost seemed like fun.


Supplies ran low-

We didn’t care-

We were nearly there.


When a tree re-appeared,

Spirits began to sink.

And they disappeared- naught to drink.


When we were almost there-

We met our foe.

But we couldn’t even strike a blow.


So here lies fifty men and fifty horses.

Each a brave member-

Of the armed forces.


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