Honour & Powder | Boisvert Farm

⸻ Honour & Powderl: A Soldiers War They marched beneath a sky so high, With boots in mud and heads held high. No songs, no cheers, just loaded arms— And fields once green, now stripped of charm. A farmhouse stands, its walls worn thin, With flags above and ghosts within. They hold the line, though none will know The names that fell in blood below. You are not a hero here. Just steel and breath, and smoke and fear. But still you stand, though no one sees— For kings, for coin, for memories. ⸻