Post by steffaroni on Aug 24, 2008 19:01:47 GMT -5
Howdy folks...
was reading a few poems I wrote about my brother and decided to change a few of the words upon one I wrote to represent Olivia and those who do not fit the model of perfect... hope u like it.
Soldier
There are fifty little soldiers
Marching straight in line
Scrubbed-up clean and sharply-dressed
Boots polished to a shine
Except the smallest soldier,
Soldier Number Forty-Nine
She marches one beat off the rest
She lags a step behind
Her chest displays no medals
Her shoulder boasts no gun
But her chin is up and her chest is out -
Her life has just begun.
She may not look like all the rest
But a fine little soldier is she
With a soldier's head and a soldier's heart
And a soldier's dignity
Although she marches through her life
To a drumbeat all her own
She's as good as the best little soldier
A fact that's widely known
for she protects her loved ones
With such fierce loyalty
No enemy ever had a chance
To breach security
But in protecting others
Most often, she forgot
The Protector needs protection too
The one thing she did not.
So, the enemy snuck up behind her
Called her names like RETARD
The family's little soldier
Takes it ohhh so hard
And now, we're left but to wonder
How people can be so cruel?
That 'perfect' is subjective -
What matters is true dignity.
was reading a few poems I wrote about my brother and decided to change a few of the words upon one I wrote to represent Olivia and those who do not fit the model of perfect... hope u like it.
Soldier
There are fifty little soldiers
Marching straight in line
Scrubbed-up clean and sharply-dressed
Boots polished to a shine
Except the smallest soldier,
Soldier Number Forty-Nine
She marches one beat off the rest
She lags a step behind
Her chest displays no medals
Her shoulder boasts no gun
But her chin is up and her chest is out -
Her life has just begun.
She may not look like all the rest
But a fine little soldier is she
With a soldier's head and a soldier's heart
And a soldier's dignity
Although she marches through her life
To a drumbeat all her own
She's as good as the best little soldier
A fact that's widely known
for she protects her loved ones
With such fierce loyalty
No enemy ever had a chance
To breach security
But in protecting others
Most often, she forgot
The Protector needs protection too
The one thing she did not.
So, the enemy snuck up behind her
Called her names like RETARD
The family's little soldier
Takes it ohhh so hard
And now, we're left but to wonder
How people can be so cruel?
That 'perfect' is subjective -
What matters is true dignity.
Good job!!
