Jonathan Hayman

The Last Cavalry Charge - Poem by Jonathan Hayman

With lances at ready and swords at their sides
The cavalry decided they could not abide
This nameless terror this faceless foe
They lined up in rank and prepared to go.
“Charge! ” yelled the captain grim
Who’s sword and lance were black as sin.
“On they left they try to flank
Steady now stay in rank.”
Valiant men charge forth to their demise
Never again to see a sunrise.
Few return from the last bloody charge
Off to hunt those still at large.
Mothers mourn and children weep
For fathers who now forever sleep.
But time goes on and children grow
Never again to face that foe.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 13, 2010

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