The Warrior

Here is one of the first poems I ever took the time to read. It is also the poem that caused me to begin loving poetry. It is written by Brian Jacques, author of Redwall and was in his book The Legend of Luke.

The Warrior

The young must grow old,

Whilst old ones grow older,

And cowards will shrink.

As the bold grow bolder.

Courage may blossom in quiet hearts,

For who can tell where bravery starts?

Truth is a song, oft lying unsung,

Some mother bird, protecting her young,

Those who lay down their lives for

Friends,

The echo rolls onward, it seldom ends.

Who never turned and ran, but stayed?

This is a warrior born, not made!

Living in peace, aye many a season,

Calm in life and sound in reason,

‘Till evil arrives, a wicked horde,

Driving a warrior to pick up his sword,

The echo rings then, straight and

Fair,

Justice is with us, beware. Beware!

~Brian Jacques~

Most of the poetry I collect has the same style to it now. I will share it with you every once in a while.

Arries