Jackie A. Strange

(Arlington, Virginia)

The Price Of Patriotism

A lonely little tot in tattered overalls crouched beneath the edge of the old farm house
His face was so young, but strangely old, scarred with tears and frosted with fright.
Slowly and carefully he pulled the day's collected treasures from his bulging pockets:

One wet red cherry gumdrop - slightly used
A slimy green frog entangled in a brown wet leaf, gasping for air
One muddy brown stone, in the shape of a puppy's nose
Two pieces of stained cord, stringy and yellowed with age an

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