Ivan Pine

The White Mouse - Poem by Ivan Pine

What do I make of you
You, who are so small and bold,
The war is long over
Come on in, from the cold.

The time is long past for you
To be gathered to the fold,
We are left with just memories
And, your deeds, to be a mould.

A grand and heroic bravery
Against murder and disgrace,
In your fight against the tyranny
Of the supposeded, master race.

Called into the hellish fray
To Fight deception and the mace,
The display of verve and courage
Reveals a robust and sturdy grace.

You came to me in a dream
On a wall, pinned your medal high,
Then turned away quietly
And left me with a sigh.

So I thought that to do my best
A story I would try,
To capture for all time
Before memory too, does fly.

IvP 2004

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, July 30, 2005

Poem Edited: Sunday, November 20, 2005

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