Soldier’s Grave — A Villanelle

He walks the grass with measured strides —
As measured as a toddling child makes —
To reach his waiting father’s side.

Where rivers trill and the whinchet cries,
In boyhood still adventures take
Him walking on with measured strides.

Lovely now appears his bride,
As clear and pure as a mountain lake;
To reach her waiting husband’s side.

A call for men of strength and pride —
They leave to fight for freedom’s sake —
He walks the grass with measured strides.

Though wounded, from the ground he’ll rise
And quickly to his friend he’ll make,
To reach his dying comrade’s side.

A lonely widow softly cries
To feel her heart about to break;
He walks the grass with measured strides,
To reach his waiting Father’s side…

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