I imagined an old Roman soldier who had survived his 26 years of service and now just drank and remembered past glories.
Extending frontiers far from home
Pannonia, Judea up to Gaul.
Proud to carve the glory that was Rome
There were harder, bloody lessons learned
When pushing northward, fighting Picts
The Legion lost, just I returned
Comrades slain and cast in lonely pits
When Rome gave the acres that were mine
I raised this stone to Caesar's name.
And now I marinate in wine
Our blurring exploits seeming like a game.
Poetry by Laz Clements
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Written on 2014-08-17 at 14:36
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Veterani Vitae
Six and twenty years I served in all,Extending frontiers far from home
Pannonia, Judea up to Gaul.
Proud to carve the glory that was Rome
There were harder, bloody lessons learned
When pushing northward, fighting Picts
The Legion lost, just I returned
Comrades slain and cast in lonely pits
When Rome gave the acres that were mine
I raised this stone to Caesar's name.
And now I marinate in wine
Our blurring exploits seeming like a game.
Poetry by Laz Clements
Read 762 times
Editors' choiceWritten on 2014-08-17 at 14:36
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