Battle of the Wind
War torn and battered,
Our soldiers are paraded
For all to see.
Tall and skeletal.
Worn down by the ‘Battle of the Wind’,
Deciduous soldiers seen
In faded uniforms of russet and gold.
While unscathed Officers
Are still adorned in coniferous finery.
Regiments can be seen lined up along roadways,
Or converging upon hills.
Sometimes a lone deciduous warrior,
Stripped of his uniform,
Can be glimpsed –
Struggling to hold his stance
In a vast sea of green.
These are our mighty British Warriors.
They will live through time and season,
Only to be regaled in new finery come spring.
To stand proud and tall
Amongst their regiments,
In true readiness once again
For the ‘Battle of the Wind’.
Copyright © 2016 Rose English
This is one of my most inspired poems. The first one I published online, although I cannot for the life of me find it now. I suppose with so many wonderful writers out there it is very easily lost, tangled up in the world wide web.
It is available along with other poems and short stories in my full colour book ‘Rainbows & Roses ~ Poetry & Prose.’