Muddy Hill
by Nathanael Greene
Trudge up this sludgy hill
Where it leads, I cannot tell
For I am but a warrior covered in mire
Soldier of war, soldier of work, or simply a soldier of life?
It matters not the war I fight, for this battle is my plight
The rain pelts my face with this hefty pace.
Against the oncoming machine gun fire, I still rise
Why can’t I cease in persistence up this hill?
I haven’t a clue, but what I can say is this:
I will continue forward, steadfast against the raging storm
Ever further, up this muddy hill.