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This is a section where I post poems sent to me by people who have found my site and wish to display their own works. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do!
This poem is by Laurel A. Olmsted
Little Boy Soldier
The little boy plays in the sand
With a toy soldier in his hand.
He makes the sounds of his plastic gun,
And knocks the enemy down, one by one.
He stands with his hand on his hip.
He surveys the area, biting his lip.
"About face," he yells at his men.
Kneeling down, he lines them up all over again.
"OK. It's your turn to be the good guy.
And you---it's your turn to die."
The little boy plays with his little boy toys.
Playing in the sand making little boy noise.
Twenty years later, the man has a weapon in his hand.
The little boy is now a soldier fighting a real war in the sand.
He listens to the sounds as the mortar draws near
And knocks the enemy down, showing no fear.
He stands with his hand on his hip.
He surveys the area, biting his lip.
"Lock and load," he yells to his men.
Pushing on forward to do it all over again.
He prays to God that he is the good guy
And that today isn't his turn to die.
Now a man and a soldier in a real game of war
Fighting for freedom like others before.
The little boy plays in the sand
With a toy soldier held tight in his hand.
He makes the sounds he's heard on TV.
He's too young to understand Daddy's keeping him free.
He stands with his hand on his hip.
He surveys the area, biting his lip.
His mommy watches him out in the yard.
She fights back the tears but it is so hard.
Her soldier's off protecting this land.
Some days she wishes he was here holding her hand.
As she watches her son playing soldier like little boys do,
She wonders if someday he'll have a wife missing him too...
© Laurel A. Olmsted 4/27/05
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