Those That Marched Before

Hear the music playing,
Feel the beating of the drum,
See our colors flying,
Proudly in the sun.
Our shoes are brightly polished,
Our uniforms so neat,
The sergeant calls the cadence,
With the marching of our feet.
Old soldiers and sailors,
Marching side by side,
Marching to remember,
Our comrades that have died.
Never to be forgotten,
Remembered forever more,
A grand parade to celebrate,
Those that marched before.

by Austin Reichart

Comments (2)

Lovely piece of poetry depicting the essence of Armed Forces Remembrance Day. A well articulated and insightfully penned poem written with conviction. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON. ➕9
A jaunty and uplifting poem, Austin. Thanks