A Boy’s Toys – a Man’s War
He arranged his toy soldiers, standing them in a line,
fighting the sand box battles and winning every time.
Tonka tanks attacking! Rocks dropping: “Bombs Away!”
From summer sunrise to sunset, little boy at play.
The worn plastic soldiers were finally set aside,
for older boys have bigger toys in which they can ride.
His boyish face gives way to a harder look he’s refined.
Through teenage years he’s racing – winning on his mind.
He takes his place beside other soldiers in a line,
knowing soon there will be battles not won every time.
Foreign tanks attacking. Roadside bombs and more.
From summer sunrise to sunset, a brave man in war.
The years go by; another boy goes outside to play.
An old man watches fondly, thinking of other days:
soldiers in a sand box, men dying on distant shores.
He’s hoping that his grandson won’t have to go to war.
March 2010 by Karen Marie Crump
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