Poetry About Legion

In standards lifting above a Roman road, the legion finds a visible shape. Sandals sounding through the dawn camp carries what ordinary speech leaves unfinished. Between a shield wall closing under rain and letters carried far from home, the heart learns to listen. Discipline can bind many lives while asking each one for a private cost, though the day rarely says so aloud. By night, an empty fort above the valley becomes a promise rather than an ending.

Sandals sounding through the dawn camp enters the poem first. The legion follows, neither symbol nor explanation, but weather. Letters carried far from home keeps the difficult measure. We stand near standards lifting above a Roman road and let certainty loosen. Discipline can bind many lives while asking each one for a private cost. An empty fort above the valley remains after the room grows quiet.

Someone remembers a shield wall closing under rain. Someone else names standards lifting above a Roman road and means an entire life. The legion moves between them with patient hands. Sandals sounding through the dawn camp refuses to become only background. Discipline can bind many lives while asking each one for a private cost. At last, an empty fort above the valley gives the silence somewhere to rest.