Bravely I picked up the sword
Bravely I knelt to the lord
Bravely I start the fight
Bravely I shout out with might
Bravely I march into battle
Bravely I jump on the saddle
Bravely I unsheathe my sword
Bravely I charge at the horde
Bravely I end his life
Bravely I clean my knife
Bravely I pushed through the pain
Bravely I was truly slain
A witty reflection on the bravely of a cavalry charge, well articulated and nicely penned with insight. Thanks for sharing Jon.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Angus J F R. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks