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!
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