When I was a boy we made war songs
And we marched up and down the empty lot by the railroad tracks
We made chants that imitated the charge of men
And we fell over each other to the chatter of machine guns
Mimicked by the tuka-tuka-tuka-tuka of the train as it passed
We made those slow booming sounds of the big guns
And threw clomps of grass that splattered dirt everywhere
We dove for cover into wet, muddy trenches
Crawled on our bellies to keep from being detected
Fought with fury and such bravery that our enemies fled before us
And, when the day was done, we walked home covered in dirt
Our sneakers oozed mud that left dark prints behind us
And we smelled like swamp grass and cow dung
We walked shoulder to shoulder and were full of pride
We were Buddies, Comrades at arms, heroes!
Cassey
Gorgeous memories of “wild” boys. Beautiful…..of course we grow up to the reality that too often doesn’t leave us walking home shoulder to shoulder and arm in arm…..but ALWAYS comrades and heroes!
KristineNora
I have four brothers ..I remember it well…. I was let to play war as I was a girl. k
KristineNora
I wasn’t aloud to play nice words as you brought up the memories … : ] k