Post by Drake on Jul 16, 2007 22:35:59 GMT -5
Here is a poem that I wrote. I have posted it on other websites.
A little Boy sits on a shoulder staring at the grave
Right next to the soldier without a name
He cries and wipes his eyes
No one else is there
Just cold whispers and dried Tears
And a wondering spirit who ideals will go unfinished
A woman walks up to retrieve her son
She asks him where he had been
He simply replied
Standing on the shoulders of a Hero.
A little Boy sits on a shoulder staring at the grave
Right next to the soldier without a name
He cries and wipes his eyes
No one else is there
Just cold whispers and dried Tears
And a wondering spirit who ideals will go unfinished
A woman walks up to retrieve her son
She asks him where he had been
He simply replied
Standing on the shoulders of a Hero.
' Bloody heck, two jobs and a BUNCH of kerfuffle later, and I'm back AGAIN.