A MARCH TO GLORY
In a frozen clime
Only memories now enshrine
Out of the night a bugle call
Fire and ice the advance did stall
Many the unsung deed
So common because of need
Up and across the mountain trace
More cold and enemy yet to face
Steel and flesh into the maw
No release until winters thaw
Clash of arms in the night
The morning sun a thankful sight
Motion and spirit often retarded
The foe in action disregarded
Mile on mile each claiming a fee
Finally, finally ships on the sea
It was every man's story
Unknowingly a march to Glory
In the rustle of the leaves, and crispness of autumn air
You see and hear the goodbyes of summer
The gold and browns of Oak and Aspen herald
The not so welcome start of winter
A first chill of morning stirs the haunts of an old memory
boldly proud, deathly sad.
From behind graying temples panoramas edge their way
Through the years, recalling Wood smoke in the air, snowflakes silent as light,
Drifting in the mud ruts in a road never quite forgotten.
A holiday dinner in a miniature classroom,
a foxhole for an easy chair, with a cigar and friend.
Aroma of turkey in the oven, again a holiday, pumpkin pie
And chestnuts or powder of first snow
All ignite the flame of fraternity.
When first it happened was a long time ago ... but not for those who were there.
From the chill of that long ago winter came the Men
Beginning a shared experience . not yet ended.