Warrior's Prayer

by Judy (Wishes)
jkp@bright.net

Oh, still the warrior spirit


That beats within my breast,


That pounds in time with the drummer,


That marches before the rest.





I want to love the peacetime,


To consider no man my foe.


I long for a tranquil spirit


That trades a kiss for a blow.





Sometimes I sit by the fireside


At some rustic village inn


And listen to tales of love


And good will to all good men.





But then I hear the shofar


Or hark to the bugle's sound


And again leap astride my warhorse


And ride toward the battleground.





Judy (Wishes)

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