Terry D. Sutherland

MEN OF HOPE

March gathered men of hope
March them to the sea
Over slippery mountain slope
In columns three by three

Call lost men of principle
A doctrine of all men free
Wearing capes of woven wool
Repelling a bitter breeze

Trample all in its wake
The gathered men of hope
Serpentine the marching snake
While dying torches smoke

Draw a crowd to follow
Abandon a lawless knife
In righteous thought to wallow
Guardians of the new found life

The wilderness on the way
Captures wandering man
Whose goal is a cloudless day
Never noticing endless sand