They march again to war,
Sniffling, shuffling, voices muffled,
Through dawn's uncertain door
Youth and man, rich and poor,
Through campfires' smothered smokes
They march again to war,
From college, farm and store
They carry loaded muskets
Through dawn's uncertain door
Damp drums tapping, four by four,
Meadow mists like ghosts ahead,
They march again to war
Black cannon mouths, fresh gore,
Shattered limbs and death await
Through dawn's uncertain door
Flags yet furled
And bayonets sheathed,
They march again to war
Through dawn's uncertain door
Dawn Drums by Robert Walton | Lemon Poetry Reed Diffuser Set
$20.00Price
