On Patrol

by | Jul 22, 2011 | Poetry | 0 comments

On patrol you find a way,
To carry on another day,
Aching limbs, muscles cramp,
Sweat all day,
Clothes all damp,
Stinging eyes, wiping brow,
Been out here too long now.

Still the lads are welded strong,
A merry laughing family throng,
When it’s over I can see,
A different life for you and me,
Wish the time would fly right by,
Welcomed home,
Tear in my eye,
Nothing like it when we meet,
People cheering on their feet,
The old place beckons me once more,
And I am home behind the door.


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