Ballads and other Poems E-Book

Kenneth Surls

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

A collection of my ballads and other poems that I have written through the years. They are in no particular order. I hope you enjoy the read.

Das E-Book Ballads and other Poems wird angeboten von BookRix und wurde mit folgenden Begriffen kategorisiert:
poetry, ballads, love, war, thought provoking, death

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Kenneth Surls

Ballads and other Poems

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The soldier

He was born a soldier

was taught to fight and kill

proudly served his country

armed with cold hard steel

His eyes were cold and gray

a scar ran down his cheek

and many men did quake

whenever he would speak

He fought in many wars

and bravely met the foe

bringing griefs and sorrows

with the death, he did sow

Then in one battle sore

he took a mortal wound

he bled upon the ground

and with his last breath swooned

"I have been a soldier

my life's been filled with strife

looking ere to this day

when I would lose my life

But I have no regrets

I served my country well

now my life is finished

there's nothing more to tell"

Then his heart grew still

its beating finally spent

and thus the spark of life

out of his body went

Upon our shoulders broad

we bore his body high

to place him on a pyre

that nearly reached the sky

And there we burned the shell

in which he'd lived so long

we mourned his death with tears

and praised his life with song

The Warrior

I still recall that morning

when I was just a lad

a warrior road through our small town

in armor he was clad

a broad sword strapped across his back

a shield he also had

and when I looked upon his face

I saw his eyes were sad

So slowly through our town he road

upon his tired steed

and looked he neither right or left

our hails he would not heed

for there was nothing he would do

that might his way impede

his journey to the battleground

and to his fateful deed

For it is a warriors duty

when there is blood to shed

to take him up his sword and shield

and into battle head

there he will stand and face his foe

and bathe himself in red

with blood he cannot wash away

until the day he's dead

For the warrior gains no glory

when he is called to kill

nor does he wish his own blood shed

or hear his heart grow still