December 1935

Settled

Volume 18, Issue 12

Anonymous

SETTLED

I have found n niche for n drifter

In a peaceful little town.

The streets are quiet and the lamps are low

And I think I've settled down.

There's a hush in the early evening

And the skies are grey and still.

The people soft and their words are kind

And a man may dream his fill.

Yet a man grows soft in dreaming

And the winter air is chill

And I miss the friends that I used to know

And I miss the golden thrill

Of gallant deeds in action

Of hunger and color and death

If you are an MCA&F Member

Click here to login and view all Leatherneck and Marine Corps Gazette articles

OR Join the MCA&F to continue reading

By becoming a member of the Marine Corps Association & Foundation, you gain access to the entire library of articles from Leatherneck Magazine and the Marine Corps Gazette. Click here to sign up online and continue reading this article