Prepare for battle: calm before the storm--
Tranquil meadows aroused by the sound of marching,
Awakening from their slumber.
The morning's red rays alert our dark eyes,
Foreshadowing the spilling of life to ensue over green pastures,
Covered in dew.
Will it be mine? If I only knew.
Prideful gates cover trembling knees and racing heartbeats.
Equine grace shows its beauty, up close and from afar,
Riding towards glory and gore.
This is what we've been waiting for since conception,
To prove ourselves worthy of love and admiration
From our friends and foes.
We are all earnest adversaries in this war of wit and strength.
To see fear in the enemy's eyes is what we strive for--
Worth the wait.
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Hello! I am a twenty-year-old girl who has lived in the tiny metropolis of Fargo, ND, her entire life. Writing has been a secret hobby of mine for years up until a little less than six months ago, when my creative writing teacher made me realize my potential to affect other people with my words and evoke emotion in some way, which brings me much joy. I will always be grateful to her for giving me the courage to put myself out there. "The March" was the first poem I wrote in her class and was inspired by the simple beat of a solemn drum.