A Soldier

As a young boy a soldier i dreamed to be.
shuffling across the yard my
toy gun strapped around me.

A soldier, i grew to be.shuffling across
the battle field with combat gear now strapped to me.

I pretend no more.

All the soldiers before me,
young brave and bold.

On Pony's many rode, by foot many would go.

An old Soldier on a horse, i did see
as he saluted me.'carry on ' he called to me,

On the battle field we will see if your the
soldier i though you'd be.

'Yes Sir' i replied, remembering a battle
field where my grandfather had died

Monday, October 17, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: veterans
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