Sacred Moments

The Collected Poems

Sergeant 

On the road leading to Valhi Cost 
Came a man with the mind of mourning, saying: 
"It seems way long ago to me, returned home ... 
I want to fly, and the wound in the leg will not let me!” 
And poor man, weak, pale, with torn coat 
and a shirt on underneath broken pieces, 
walked slowly pulling leg, but he's to 
fly like a great light of glory, 
And in the eagle's eyes deep, crisp and large 
were passing bright shades of legendary heroes. 
Sandals I was broken, sloppy hat, 
but his forehead seemed crowned ray. 
Miser was its coat, but shone on it 
and cross the "St. George" has "Romanian Star". 
Romanians could only on the road full of sun, 
When lo Rattles hear bands 
and see not far in front of him came 
an army corps proud shining gold. 
There were three battalions of the royal guard
Going to miss her cheerful Pleven conquer. 
The leading-and Colonel haughty, on his white horse, 
The brave companions often looked with love, 
heart and chest-beating and fire, awake, 
for he dreamed, watching the fight that lies ahead. 
Suddenly 'he gives eyes the dull Romanian 
STAS What shade instead, under old oak, 
and many wonders, nor that he comes to believe 
when the cross "St. George" on his bosom sees 
regiment were off and brave colonel 
is bow to the traveler, they approached him 
and says gently: "Where are you, stranger?" 
"I come all the way from Pleven." "How is that?" "Okay." 
"But these awards as, who you gave them?" 
"Even our ruler of your king there." 
"But that works?" "I know? ... Apparently as payment 
I got my flag ... and once redoubt 
with him, pierced by bullets, we collapsed the ditch ... “
"But what rank you, brave?" "We rank the corporal ..." 
Then the Colonel, shaking hands with the sergeant, 
is-returns, gives an order ... Instantly, all the regiment 
be lined up, carry weapons; honor welcomes 
Romanian who leaves his foot dragging.