<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473090" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Drummer Boy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A drummer boy dressed in white tapped his drum as he passed by my bed, <br>he never looked at me, and not a word was said. <br>Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, was his marching beat. <br>There was blood from a wound, but he kept to his feet. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">As he marched back and forth it looked as though he was going to fall, <br>but he continued to beat his drum, as he walked through the wall. <br>On his departure the sound of a bugle was heard above the drum, <br>whistling rifle shots and cannon fire added to the battle’s hum. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A boy dressed in red and white, blowing a bugle marched passed my bed, <br>he had suffered a wound, and blood was flowing from his head. <br>Blowing with all his might I could see the determination on his face, <br>he seemed to be running out of breath, as he slowly lost the pace. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The drummer boy came up beside him and marched by his side, <br>the bugle boy stood up straight, and blew the charge as he cried. <br>Another drummer boy passed my bed followed by two more, <br>the bugle boy stood and looked ahead, and then fell to the floor. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Several soldiers charged pass, with bayonets fixed for attack, <br>passing the drummer boy one yelled, “Keep playing and don’t look back.” <br>With the sound of bullets in the air and shells exploding all around <br>soldiers charged and fell by my bed to the now distant drumming sound. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It suddenly all went quiet as everyone disappeared through the wall, <br>except for the drummer boy who played as he stood tall. <br>Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum; a much softer beat, <br>he then looked at me with tears in his eyes, as he faded at my feet.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Orlando+Belo">Orlando Belo</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=473090" data-title="The Drummer Boy de Orlando Belo" data-description="A drummer boy dressed in white tapped his drum as he passed by my bed, he never looked at me, and not a word was said. Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, was his marching beat. There was blood from a wound, but he kept to his feet...."></div> </div> </div>

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