I’ll answer every call, Though I know I
Might die quickly; yet answer will I still.
While knowing I could fall, and although I
Might be sickly; yet answer them I will.
Even if I am alone, I’ll answer
With conviction; nor even hesitate.
‘Til our tyrants’ overthrown, no plans or
Dereliction, will keep me from their gate.
If we are in chains, and none are free, for
Life is empty, I’ll even fight my kin.
Doubtless, ’til remains, upon the sea or
Land, of them, we have scattered to the wind.
Free, is this, my land; joined, but not by chains;
‘Til no man can stand; ’til no man remains.
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 
I do like this one very much! It stirs the blood…
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I thought about the beat of the drum. And wrote this. There is a double meaning in all of this: The word “tattoo,” it has two meanings. First, the beat of the drum. Next, the marking of skin with permanent pigment. I mind neither military version.
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With conviction; in my jammies is where i write my best work (: i like this
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An experiment using military cadence. (A style of drum rhythm suitable for marching) There is an article about it somewhere in my “sonnetblog” sub-site. I thought I had a link back to it here, but I see I do not. I shall try to link it sometime soon, if you are interested.
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yes, please do, i am going over to check out the last link you sent me.
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I feel very privileged and honoured that you will read some of my work.
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And thank you. My sweetheart’s patriotism is quite infectious. (since she is not from “around here.” and is a US citizen by choice. Someone like this–an immigrant–can often help to put into perspective what we all–who were born here–tend to take for granted.
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https://davidemeron.com/?p=6881&preview=true
There it is! Enjoy! (or not!)
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And sometimes…..
My desk and study are so messy, that I despair when I see them. Taking a tablet or laptop to bed with me is often the most peaceful way to write. My sweetheart asleep next to me. All the lights off (I am lucky enough to have learned at a young age to type without looking at my fingers) The blackout shades down against the approaching dawn. It is a most agreeable place to write!
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Free, is this, my land; joined, but not by chains;
‘Til no man can stand; ‘Til no man remains
LOVELY SUMMARY! SO GLAD I HAVE FOUND YOU AGAIN (:
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Likewise am I glad, young Miss.
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And thank you so much for your words, most kind.
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great read……Semper Fi!
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Thank you. Our oldest is a combat engineer in the Corps. So thank you very kindly.
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I knew combat engineers when we were getting ready to head to Iran…..great bunch of guys! You must be very proud!
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Yes, Sir, that we are!
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except for the ones that kept playing tricks with me…. :)
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Have you blogged about such hijinks?
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(if so, please send a link : )
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