The Guards of Fort Worden

 

March, March went the guards of Ft Worden 

Through the foggy fields of grass 

Left, Left  the commander shouts towards the sea 

As the bugle echoes off the row 

Perfection is paramount and practice its key 

March, March went the guards of Ft Worden 

Work be done it's a family affair 

as the bite of Christmas fills the night air 

 

But tomorrow will bring the most discouraging news 

As the harbor of pearl meets uncertain doom 

The bugle sounds different as they kneel in the pew 

For sacrifice speaks of remembrance 

 

March, March went the guards of Ft Worden 

March, March into a land unknown 

As the ship is hurled and tossed on God's great sea 

those left home long for the past 

of left, left as they march across the foggy field 

Today will bring no bugle only fear 

for those left behind by the guards of Ft Worden 

 

March, March went the Guards of Ft Worden 

March, March into land of sorrow 

Nor practice nor speech can prepare for things to come 

As enemy fires echoes lost life 

And fear masks the chill of a cold winters day 

Reverence is near with prayer 

As boys become men in this unforgiving foggy field 

They battle with valor, no thought for self 

Promises made for delivering words yet unspoken 

Through embrace as young life weights thin 

His march stopped hear but his life will not be forgotten 

For he lives in the ranks of the guards of Ft Worden 

 

But today you can hear if you but stop and listen still 

Bugles playing on hallowed grass 

Echoing the welcoming tune of taps across the sea 

As the guards stand at ready 

To welcome another long missed son of Ft Worden 

 But peace be gone or peace be had 

March, March will always go the sons of Ft Worden


Nicholas Campos 2011

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