Marching On

At only ninteen,
Her bones were older than the ground she stood upon.
But like the Great Sequioa's roots
(Who were her long-lost brothers hidden beneath the moon)
She held steady and strong.
And though the days were short and the nights were long.
And though she was so seldom right and so often wrong.
She held steady and strong;
She marched weairly and proudly on.

Reviews

[chloe cruz]

Wow, I loved this. It has a really beautiful flow- and meaning. Perfect.

"And though the days were short and the nights were long.
And though she was so seldom right and so often wrong."

I really enjoyed those two lines, they really hit the heart.
Wonderful job! Heh.

Chloe.