My Creation Poem by Marilyn Saunders

Gettysburg is quiet now
Gone are the smoke and the screams
The statues now stand; their images remain
Preserved for us it seems

My own creation however small
Dedicated to those who answered the call.
The task wasn't as easy as I had expected
The first plans I drew were hopelessly rejected!

I chose granite and steel to represent strength
Sand to epitomize change
Fragile eyes were made of glass
With a keen and watchful gaze

I molded and shaped, I hammered and chisled
So disappointed when my first work fizzled
I prepared and planned and worked through the night
Finally the ingredients were mixed just right

My statue was now ready; things really looked good
It was worth all the effort, I'd done all I could
Proudly I unveiled it for all to see
It was then that I saw it - but how could it be!

A tear had formed; not put there by me!
It seems I'd forgotten a critical part
I forgot to add gold and give my statue a heart!