Troops were ready, they took their kitbags,
Led by the regal soldier for the patrol,
The barrel-chested and buoffant man,
Whom had earlier been recruited.
...
In the gloaming glowing embrace I stand,
Awash in the cosmic wonders of this land,
For tonight marks my last on this paradisaic stage,
A bittersweet farewell, a melancholic reframe.
...
In the hushed slumber of September's night,
A dream unfolded, woven in golden light,
Where gentle zephyrs danced, whispering soft,
A tale of promise, hope, and dreams aloft.
...
To you dear Dad
A guiding ray I see
To navigate both day and night
To belight the blacken path
...