Open Poetry #11 |
A Call to Arms |
EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
To sit and ponder of what you may muse, The seconds tick by, But one must be prepared, Gather your forces, comrades. Muster your spirits. We are under attack, I repeat, We are under attack. Dont just sit there, sir. You have parents to love, A God to worship, Have faith in yourself. You will pull through. It's just a question of how. They are closing in, sir. For the love of Christ, give us an order. |
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StarGoat New Member
since 2000-12-24
Posts 6Kansas |
I could hear the beat of the drums as the troops awaited marching orders. Nice work. |
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snowpants Member Elite
since 2000-09-16
Posts 2061KS |
What a kick-in-the-pants kind of motivating poem! Really liked this. Excellent penning! sp I won't go; I won't sleep; I can't breathe until you're resting here with me... |
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EagleScorpion Senior Member
since 2000-03-08
Posts 1644Here, Now, Forever |
Thanks guys! I appreciate the replies |
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