He's about a boy, white as snowflake,
thin as chopsticks,
hard as diamonds- rough as sandpaper
who wears the green over shoulders
and brass on his torso,
rifle in his hand,
learning where a man should stand
upon his native land.
He's about a boy, scared as man
to natures around,
quite as death- awkward eyes as
feebly stalking what he craves
for hours and through days
in his mysterious ways...
He's about a boy becoming a man.