Honor And Award Poem by Pierre Rausch

First did the man halt: to see it suit in the uniform
It has brought tradition
He did not succeed in this

When his astonishment hadn't passed
In the state of a mind on the march that we're recording

Their political resemmblance
Both respectful
And affectionate souvenirs, they touch
Medals, they're

When his astonishment hadn't passed
In the state of a mind on the march that we are recording

Severe and fanatical:
Who were mentioned before
As everything opens
Resting close to the window

The cuirasser association
Shed and hose
Halt
He would have been with his infantry
Medal could be unexpected

This isn't extraordinary cavalry
Headlong thriller
It was the shed that kept me up
It was the shed that kept me up
What is the good of rhyme?
Where there is a fire
Where there isn't award