Not fraught with death and havoc the campaign We wage today amid the blind and slain. Not through a no-man's-land, a thousand hells Weird-hued, of smoke and fire and murderous shells -- The scourging thunders of the battlegame, All the fierce lightnings of a world aflame; No, not through these stunned fields, these craters hoarse With bloody wreckage lies today our course. Ours is a simple part: the duty born Of human fellowship for hearts forlorn; Of love and gratitude for those who dared Intrepidly all hazards; those who shared Buddy to buddy, comrade good with ill. Today we bear the flag of high good-will. "Forget-Me-Not!" the very blossoms say As through the Meuse-Argonne they lead the way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ASPECTS OF THE PINES by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE SONNET: 2 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TWELVE SONNETS: 3. THE VALLEY ROSES by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PICKEN O' SCROFF by WILLIAM BARNES I SHALL BE SATISFIED by MARTIN BEHEMB |