The Trumpets
By: Mike Brennan
A military poem describing the eternal bond of soldiers through the generations.
The Trumpets
They do not know
Who have heard not the trumpets
They have not walked with Pickett's boys
In the Pennsylvania sun
Or lain with the Siberian Guard
In the snows before Moscow
They do not know
Who have heard not the trumpets
Though from thrones and parliaments
They bid fire and steel
Blaze forth between those
Who might else be brothers
They do know
Who have heard the trumpets before
And now in painful tearful pride
Bid sons and daughters
Follow the trumpets and come home changed
Or not at all
They do not know
They can not know, they will not know
Who have heard not the trumpets
And if you ask what they do not know
I must ask in turn
Have you heard the trumpets?
© Copyright 2006 Mike Brennan
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