To War As Boys
Broadly speaking, the story teller sighs,
Before laying out his theme's apt reply.
In a small town it's tough not knowing guys
Who'll make a difference with their goodbye.
Off in swarms on trains, they to war so soon.
Hardly roughed on chin, their pompadours wait
Floating to the cutting floor, shave by noon.
Marching, left-right, straighten the lines, eyes right.
To war as boys, their return home as men
Knowing unthinkable things, mums the word,
Until authors seek them out, use their pen.
Some relate, some not, some true, some absurd.
Effecting maturity, a war's theme,
Discounts beauty found in "The Golden Mean".
Ronald C. Downie