It was a biting cold day

They wore fur rugs on their back and carried frogs on their shields

Flags ever prominent on their person they stood taller than they truly were

A nine foot spear I saw on one mighty man. He had dulled it, and I wondered --

Will those he lay low be grateful that they had opposed men of such magnanimity?

Could they know the pride of being surrounded for miles in good cause?

I stopped to look around at the crowd that stretched beyond my sight

Every man was present

None were left in the world to regret missing the opportunity to march behind this paragon before me

And I wept

For no woman could think to settle for less, than the chiseled marble hid behind the silvered helm I saw that day

It was a biting cold day.

They wore fur rugs on their back and carried frogs on their shields

Flags ever prominent on their person they stood taller than they truly were

A nine foot spear I saw on one mighty man. He had dulled it, and I wondered --

Will those he lay low be grateful that they had opposed men of such magnanimity?

Could they know the pride of being surrounded for miles in good cause?

I stopped to look around at the crowd that stretched beyond my sight

Every man was present.

None were left in the world to regret missing the opportunity to march behind this paragon before me

And I wept

For no woman could think to settle for less, than the chiseled marble hid behind the silvered helm I saw that day