Marching Poem by Donatien Moisdon

Marching



Forced marches in grass, leaves and mud
with a dog's patter next to me.

Dark circuits at dawn and at night
through blizzard or drizzle or fog,
and I go back, and I go out again
and I get old as would an old watch
cog…

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