Little Green Army
When I was much younger than you,
my army was green.
Those little men could be wounded,
dog teeth could maim them, eat them -
only after hours of canine gastric warfare
could they be rescued.
Once they charged to take a beach.
The tide rushed in,
most could only swim in a bath tub.
Most were swept away.
It was a military disaster.
Dog chewed-up the rest of em.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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