The
Poet Warrior
Steven
Wittenberg Gordon
He carried a pen beside his sword
and as he faced the advancing horde
with Leaves of
Grass upon his chest
the Book of Psalms
beating from his breast
while shaking his spear with all the rest
he wondered if ever a song or word
would ever be sung or writ or heard
of his and his comrades’ deeds that day
or if memory of them would fade away?
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