Tag: Toy Soldiers

  • The Little Guard

    He stands on the rug where the battles are fought, A plastic fort built from a child’s thought. With helmet askew and a rifle held tight, He guards the keep through the day and the night. The walls are bright white, the gate doesn’t close, But he keeps his watch as if facing real foes. →

  • In Attic Dust

    In attic dust they stand in rows, Small sentries forged in silent pose, With paint chipped coats and stoic eyes, Still loyal through the years gone by. Their muskets fixed, their helmets bright, They once knew charge and brave, bold fight, Across the floor they marched in file, Commanded by a child’s bright smile. No →