Or take "time out" to stop and play
Along the dismal road,
Then square your shoulders with a grin
And lift the banner high,
It's up - and on - and on to win,
Our spirit must not die.
Let weaklings shirk the task at hand
And lay aside their oar,
For like a house upon the sand,
They're rotten at the core.
Give us the men with hearts of steel,
The ones who never fail
To put their shoulder to the wheel,
For them God shall prevail.
Comments: This early-World War II poem reflects Dad's upbringing during the Great Depression. By this time, he was likely training soldiers at Camp Petawawa, Ontario.
The photo is from iStockphoto, and shows Depression-era Cincinnati, OH.
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Thank you for commenting on my Dad's poem.