The old drummer

That determined stare

That death march glare

Leads them in step

Tears long dried and weep

Keeping the battle beat

The same repeat

You can see it in his eyes

Never retreat. . . .never retreat

Even if I die.

The fifer bleeding

And bandaged

Yet his steps match too

The young drummer boy dressed in blue

His eyes fixed on the old soldier

Both with their drums slung over their shoulder

Knows they’re out in the open exposed-can’t get any colder

Their not about to go run and hide

Not afraid to die with each other by their side.

Forward - marching soldiers

Their comrades may not see them

But they sure can hear them

The enemy ahead

Muskets aimed

Yet their victory song they proclaim

God ordained

Keeping the battle beat

The same repeat

You can see it in their eyes

Never retreat. . . .never retreat

Only United --  can victory be reached

The flag follows

Old Glory with her 13 stars and stripes

Torn and tattered as is her army

Yet with hats raised high

The world would take notice and look

Their freedom fought for and won - Liberty never forsook.

DWB ©2009