The Taking Of Another Hill Poem by Susan Lacovara

Much the same, I get my orders
For the taking of another hill
Break down the tents
Pack up the supplies
Strap on a heavily armed backpack
And start the impossible climb

I am a soldier
Not of a country
But of a cause...
Of a course...

Locked and loaded
My only true weapon is my will
My wish not to be defeated
My stubborn refusal to surrender

An unseen enemy one fears most
Present yourself that I might challenge you
Strong and with self preservation
I can defeat your angry charge

The taking of another hill
Boots planted as the ground muddies
I am not on familiar turf, this time,
But shall not retreat without a proper fight

I can be my own hero
The taking of another hill