“shield” during months or years of peace his wife has been polishing--the shield blackened as it hung in the chimney corner respond to the call to fight plain duty admits no hesitation. a hard interruption of their happy lives, the risk of passing from the warm company of men to the chill shades of death. they knew bravery is not an everyday possession. highly as they prized it to warm their hearts for the clash most Greek armies as they charged, shouted, that each might borrow from the general stock courage. what best suits the citizen-soldier battle in which one short effort carries him forward, in which a man’s duty to his immediate comrade best spurs his intent. during months or years of peace the shield blackened as it hung in the chimney corner his wife has been polishing * --found poem taken from The Greek and Macedonian Art of War by F.E. Adcock. If you are unfamiliar with this type of poetry, it’s a way of collaging the work of another author into a unique poem by clipping, altering, and rearranging pieces into something new. *image courtesy of publicdomainpictures.net via Creative Commons Licensing.