Tin Soldier & Winter

Tin Soldier & Winter

A Poem by Lorenn

A free style poem about a boy and his favorite toy


Anthony longed for the bright greens of summer.
The snow had fallen for so long.
His legion of tin soldiers lay waiting in their box.
Father never let Anthony, cherub-faced boy,
Play with his soldiers during the winter
Lest he take to the snow and rust them all.
By the window, he sat, wishing away the snow.

Commander of the Army, highly polished, brightly dressed,
Thaddeus, by name.
Stout-hearted and courageous, but wanted nothing more,
Than Anthony's attention to mock-war.
To be marched in-knocked down
Set up and knocked down again.
Tactics to be thought of during dinner
And tucked into sweet night dreams.

Winter spent in the mountains
Skiing, skating, fireplaces.
Anthony could not forget his tin soldier.
Packed him snug, hidden inside his suitcase
And to mountains they both went.

Snowball fights and late one night
Thaddeous left outside.
A little dent, a tiny scratch.
A neverending smile.

Morning comes, Anthony dries off
the glistening snow.
A flake of paint now in the rag.
But neither minds.

For little boys are meant to play
Their toys to be played with

The time they share can only be for the
courageous and stouthearted.

© 2009 Lorenn

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Ah, if winter only stopped the dangerous toys of men. This is a splendid write though. My attention was held and not dissappointed. Kudos.

Posted 10 Years Ago

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