At my Side –
I carry this sword at my side.
It shines bright in the morning light
I have made it so,
for ne’er will you see it pitted or dull
while it lays in my hands.
Ne’er will you not see the blade as
keen of edge as when it was first cast
that fateful day from the folded metal within.
I count it a true companion for you will
ever see it at my side.
More faithful than the rest ever have been
from days forever gone and treacherous roads long
Ours is a pact forged of conflict,
Where we have both stood together
and tasted the promise of another
day as the blood dripped from both of
us to soil the ground beneath.
I will wake and it will be there.
I will live while it still shines,
for we have each other
My sword and I.
By Philip Wardlow 2012
This poem is about more than a sword. It’s about what’s in us all. The will to to fight when hope may be lost but we fight and struggle and continue to climb out of it no matter what the odds. May you always keep your sword close by your side my friends…