Marching Feet

I like to hear the tread of marching feet

Down the street,

To the beat

Of the drum, as they come

Rhythm’s step and ranks complete,

Colors flying all along the way

Fine array,

Crowds so gay,

Clapping hands, blaring bands,

Soldiers ready for the fray.

Sound loud and long to the tread of marching feet

Down the street To defeat

Sin and shame, greed aflame,

Forcing tyrants to retreat.

Bugles sounding clear upon the air,

Platoons square,

Wheeling there,

Eyes ahead, fearless tread, Perfect front and cadence rare.

God bless and guide the tread of marching feet

Down the street

To the beat

Of the drum, as they come,

Solid front and khaki neat.

Bid them welcome, maidens sweet,

Down the street,

Camp or fleet,

Glory spreads o’er their heads,

Waving smiles to marching feet.

March 3, 1918

Pub. March 5, 1918

New London Day