A Soldier's Story of a Tale

A Soldier's Story of A Tale Had Raymond, and I not ever met By some old and tethered Ancient Inn We should have sat down and probably set Besides an eccentric novelty of bumperkin But inside the open ranges thus the infantry Has faced many a demonic faces of a face A soldier has blasted him as he shot at me While my tears have fallen with utmost reality into his place. Never did I realize I shot him dead because For he was an injured fallen soldier thus he was a foe No one will ever know, he was my enemy of course he was I truly have to say that's clear enough even though. The soldier does walk; he thought he'd enlist perhaps His armed artillery took off-hand like a blast said I He walks out on his work thus selling his many traps Needless to say, he had given no reason - why. Now all through many various and curious wars there are The untimely deaths of the fallen' soldiers were shot down Are filtering out and are not met where many a bar there far For these soldiers have met or helped with a heartfelt half-crown. Written: Nov. 10, 2014 Theresa Marie W-C