Stroud Soldiers

And they came home battered, bruised,some we had to carry, unlike other armies ,we don’t shoot our wounded We give them fresh water, tend their wounds,, sustenance to mend their soul and nourishment for what ails. They come back from the front lines at all hours and always with love their bound Stroud where their love is abounded To cheers and salutations and our greeters summoned great support Some of our wounded suffered Covid and death ,the pyres stacked high with wood and carried Meetings ten ante meridiem and ten post meridiem , everyday of the year Bloody and ragged, torn and hungry Stroud where we are proud to serve, God isn’t afraid to walk freely and His grace loves His steep streets Mums never hide and Me Dad never shirks a duty nor a pint ,My sister is quite the sassy one though