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Three WW1 Poems, a tribute


Poem 2: The Waltz and the Lance

 

Every man will dance to his tune,

Whether his comrades can hear it or not,

And when the music fades too soon,

The memory will glue him to the spot.

Feted wonder then is it there

That to such a man as this, others will stare.

 

To twist and turn about his fate,

Is no mean feat when others are in charge,

Inclined to pause and hesitate,

A private moment to enlarge.

But what's done in equality

Is bold beyond words, for all that might agree.

 

Who a man dances with is his,

For in the music they make together,

Softly, nobody's business is,

But theirs and the memories made forever.

For men about to die may dance

One last waltz before they go to meet the lance.

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Mikiesboy

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Oh this one gave me shivers.. it's wonderful.  And I needed the dictionary again! But it's a great word, feted. I like it. 

 

I've read this several times because it deserves to be read over and over and to let it settle into my head, so i can feel it...

 

it's truly wonderful AC

 

tim

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AC Benus

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Oh this one gave me shivers.. it's wonderful.  And I needed the dictionary again! But it's a great word, feted. I like it. 

 

I've read this several times because it deserves to be read over and over and to let it settle into my head, so i can feel it...

 

it's truly wonderful AC

 

tim

Thanks for your support and comments, Tim. I know you are a bit self-conscious about metre, but this poem may be a good one to look at in this regard. I think you can sense how the rhythm of the words flows here with the shorter lines. 

 

Thanks again!

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