Shadows on Battle Road


Waiting now for the inevitable,

The road passes directly by the house in shadows,

Hastily boarded up in expectation of a red force marching this way.


While a youngster with a whistle beckons death,

Once faint, now with a discernable tune,

Hunting muskets, long since used,

Become ready for perhaps the last time.


As dread is swallowed hard,

To be digested by courage.

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