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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=479786" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Soldier Grey</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The young soldier boy stood rain soaked, <br>In a battle torn, well-worn grey coat.<br>The coat was drawn at the waist, <br>With big buckled belt in place.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His coat slashed opened by an enemy's sword, <br>The result of an attack by the enemy hord.<br>His boots worn from days of marching to the flute, <br>They were once a blue coats boot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had few treasures the soldier boy, <br>A small cracked photograph his greatest joy.<br>He looked at his mother and father with muffled sighs, <br>And remembered warm pies, and Virginia skies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His soaked hat and long hair hid a battle worn fear, <br>As he searched for sight of blue his eye had a tear.<br>And his thoughts switched from this time of war, <br>To his hometown girl and farming chores.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Instantly soldier grey was shaken from his thoughts, <br>Canon blasted taking life, brave young men distort. <br>Maiming and claiming limbs cutting men down, <br>Then comes a silence from across the ground.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Minutes passed then came a blue uniformed wall, <br>First the volley shot and the smoky pall.<br>Now a bayonet drove out of the smoky mist, <br>Driven to his shoulder and agonies twist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now wounded the soldier grey is down, <br>On a slush of blood and muddy ground.<br>He would see years spent in the enemy's jail, <br>Battles all in his past, no more of deaths wail.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At wars end and grey soldier broken released, <br>And his thought turn home yet his battle not ceased.<br>In the north he is still the enemy of old, <br>Staying out towns walking through snow so cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As southern accents as more frequent sound, <br>His foreboding slowly unwound.<br>Pats of appreciation on his shoulder, <br>Little by little he walked a little bolder.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Welcoming rebel yells as he entered home hamlet, <br>Kisses from mother, sister and sweetest Juliet.<br>For years he carried the scaring years of war dream, <br>Marry and farm only half the man that may have been. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"> But is his now down is the plough and the sword, <br>They say he has gone home to be with his Lord.<br>He lived his life considering the futility of war, <br>Peace his dream and he has it now evermore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">R. K. Hart 30/10/2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=R.K.+Hart">R.K. Hart</a><div class=q>
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The coat was drawn at the waist, 
With big buckled belt in place.

His coat slashed opened by an enemy's sword, 
The result of an attack by the enemy hord.
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