Bugle Call Poem by Phil Soar

Bugle Call



The bugle played, reminding us of those who fell before
those kindred souls, whose lives were lost
in many a futile war
No sound can stir the mind and heart
and make us thanks our stars
like the sound of that long reverie
and those lost and soulful hearts

Wednesday, December 10, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: war
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