Analysis of Trumpet Sounds



From the valley
they mounted
before hell's fury
under the fire of guns.

To the sound
of Boots and Saddles
amid a veil of dust
onward they rushed.

In powdered mist
riders were falling
like water flowing
in buckets of blood.

As a call went out
to blow the bugle
from a hasting death
face down in mud.

Signal Recall
and play it well
bring our riders
back from Satan's lair.

While the dead
still ride
forevermore
onward to hell.

The battle
was fierce
and many died
on this fatal day.

It is time
once more
to hear
your trumpet cry.

Blow it now
for pity sake
Blow it
For the breath it takes.

Let them hear
the loud notes
of your trumpet
dance on the air.

Then play taps
For all who fell
as I kneel
with eyes closed
to pray.
.


Scheme ABAX XXXX XCCB XDXB XEXF XGFE DXGH XXIX XXXX IXXF XEXXH
Poetic Form
Metre 1010 110 01110 1001011 101 11010 010111 1011 0101 10010 11010 01011 10111 11010 10101 1101 101 0111 11010 1111 101 11 1 1011 010 11 0101 11101 111 11 11 1101 111 1101 11 10111 111 011 1110 1101 111 1111 111 111 11 1
Closest metre Iambic dimeter
Characters 688
Words 144
Sentences 13
Stanzas 11
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 6
Lines Amount 46
Letters per line (avg) 12
Words per line (avg) 3
Letters per stanza (avg) 51
Words per stanza (avg) 13
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Submitted on July 05, 2016

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Norman Wilson

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