Toy Soldier

Oh, Toy Soldier. What a
Big world you have at your feet.
Ride down by the river, under the moonshine
To make your greatest new defeat.

Set yourself off on a new adventure.
And as for your wounds,
Our doctors will heal you with their medicine.
Since not many knew your journey would risk so much.

Your family must be so proud.
Both mom and dad.
To have a son join the army and leave his life behind.
He himself then, was all he had.

Not sure of his return,
He kissed his mother's forehead
And told his father: "Be safe."
Not aware that was lastly they would see their son's face.

As I write this,
I think of you, Toy Soldier.
As my pen glides across the paper,
I can't help but picture you getting older.

Such a tragedy, poor Toy Soldier.
And you were so brave.
Standing tall, fighting hard with the toughest troops.
Now give that flag a final wave.

I will always salute you, Toy Soldier.
And to you I say:
"Rest in peace."

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear Emily... I love your tribute to
the Toy Soldier. Your poetry is
very symbolic. My son who is
forty-three-- has never been
in a branch of the service.
However, he has been a soldier
in life and constantly helps
others like his own father did
by example. Now he has a
daughter who is one and
a half yrs old.
Shannah is fascinated
with "hail" that falls from the sky.
truly... Pat

[Shaquana Adams]

I definitely felt a story behind this poem. Each word felt heavy. Good job :)

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I liked this Emily , I felt a story with a lot of meaning:) Ya did awesome:)