The Armies marched with banging drums <br />That made ill the streams, made black the dreams. <br />The Armies marched with cracking horns, <br />Each soldier robed in robes of green. <br /> <br />With green swords they cut her down, <br />Greyed her hairs and dimmed her smiles. <br />Their drums rung around her ears, <br />Their trophies hung within her tears. <br /> <br />But, in the night Turning Tide <br />Brought Light, who shone to crack the ice <br />That Time had made cold and hard <br />Around each green soldiers heathen heart. <br /> <br />Whispers. Whispers in my ears and in the hills. <br />'The ice will crack; the blood will flow', <br />The ice did crack, the blood ran cold <br />And drowned each green soldiers heathen soul. <br /> <br />We stood just to watch them die, <br />Let them bleed until their hearts bled dry. <br />Alas! things could never be the same <br />With her smiles so dim and her hairs so grey.<br /><br />Floyd Zimmerman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/green-soldiers/
