To a Trench We Each Are Born

To a trench, we each are born,
Through life, down our walls are torn;
Now shoulder to shoulder and heel-to-toe,
With ears turned towards the whipping winds,
We wait for the whistle to blow
When over the top, the free must go;
Locked and fixed, hear history call,
And worry not about the fall
For the ground before us is free
Where patriots may fade away
To ever stand statuesque as glory tall.
RLW
July 16,2013