The Last One In
He would sit on the lawn with his soldier toys
there with the dog who was overjoyed
to wag his tail against attacks,
from ninjas
up and down his back,
until I called him in at dark,
while the other kids were at the park,
he could hardly wait to play again,
for he was always the last one in.
They said the same of him today.
I took the flag and walked away,
they said he went back
to save a friend............
you know he was always ,
the last one in.
Copyright © Johnette Loefgren | Year Posted 2006
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