“A SOLDIER TO THE FRONT” by Bob Atkinson

“A SOLDIER TO THE FRONT”  

© 2007 Bob Atkinson

A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN 
KNOWN QUITE WELL

IN ALL THE RIGHT CIRCLES
A TRUE SOUTHERN BELLE

SHE DROVE THROUGH PARADE GROUNDS

HER PORSCHE WAS TOPLESS

SUCH A FINE LOOKING WOMAN

NO ONE WOULD STOP HER

THE SOLDIERS SHE ADMIRED
SO PRIM AND SO PROPER

IN MANLY ATTIRE
UNIFORMS SPOTLESS

SHE SAW THEM SHARP
THEIR CARBINES DID MOVE

SWIFTLY TOGETHER
LED BY THEIR BOOTS

THEIR CHINS UP HIGH
THEIR PRIDE SHOWING THROUGH

AS THEY MARCHED TO THE CADENCE

OF LIEUTENANTS WELL SCHOOLED

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

YOU ARE FIGHTING MEN OF LORE

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

THE CHOICE OF WHERE ISN'T YOURS

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

THE PEOPLE VOTE AND IT IS DONE

YOUR ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR GUN

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

GOODBYE SWEET LAND

OF LIBERTY AND STRENGTH

IT IS FONDLY WE BID YOU

LET NOT DEATH BRING US BACK

GOODBYE SWEET LAND 
OF LOVED ONES APLENTY

WHICH HOLDS OUR FUTURE 
AND THE PROMISE OF MANY

SITTING SWEETLY
ON THE CABROLET

SHE SAW HER WILLIAM 
MARCH PAST THE CANNON

HEAD NOT MOVED
SHE SAW HIS EYES

WITH LOVE GIVE HER SADLY
A TEARFUL GOODBYE

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

YOU ARE FIGHTING MEN OF LORE

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

THE CHOICE OF WHERE ISN'T YOURS

HUP, TWO, THREE, FOUR

THE PEOPLE VOTE AND IT IS DONE

YOUR ONLY FRIEND IS YOUR GUN

UP THE STEEP RAMP
BATALLIONS AROSE

INTO THE MOUTHS 
OF WINGED MONSTERS DROVE

FORMATIONS OF SOULS
TO SIT AND REFLECT

IN FULL PACKS AND CLOTHES
NO SIGNS OF NEGLECT

LET BATTLES BE FOUGHT
AND STORIES TO BE TOLD

OF HOW THEIR LOW SPIRITS AROSE

WHEN A WOMAN OF BEAUTY
SAT THERE AND WAVED

TO EACH ONE DIRECTLY
AS THEY WENT TO THEIR GRAVE
HUP, TWO, THREE............FOUR

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