Explore Poems GO!

A March

Rating: 3.2

Dreary East winds howling o'er us;
Clay-lands knee-deep spread before us;
Mire and ice and snow and sleet;
Aching backs and frozen feet;
Knees which reel as marches quicken,
Ranks which thin as corpses thicken;
While with carrion birds we eat,
Calling puddle-water sweet,
As we pledge the health of our general, who fares as rough as we:
What can daunt us, what can turn us, led to death by such as he?

Read More

READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Susan Williams 18 December 2015

A soldier's every day bravery when the weather is proving as inimical as the human enemy

19 0 Reply