Samuel Hayward Poems

As i awoke, and cleaned my gun,
The smell of rations hit me, the stale rum.
I stretched my legs and prepared for the day,
Where my country will fight, for right of way.
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I see him,
He see's me
We just see each other, Plain as can be,
I know he's a ghost
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Ive cried my sorrowfull tears
Over these few painfull years
When hope seems to abandon me
I just cannot see
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