My Poetic Journey - (poems in progress - subject to change)
Monday, September 20, 2010
13/365 "The Soldier"
"The Soldier"
His eyes lit up when he saw these "Six Pounders" from the Revolutionary War (the barrels were date stamped 1755). Yesterday his little hands held toy cannons and I got to thinking how "playing war" seems to come so naturally to little boys. They love to pick up sticks and run around with them, stomp around and roar, and knock things over with little toy cannons. And they break a mother's heart when the head off to war... Well, heroic acts weren't for this little "soldier" today - he ran into Daddy's arms when he spied a spider upon the cannon!
No comments:
Post a Comment