Little Soldiers Toys
The little Star wars figure is covered in mud,but sturdy and staunch he stands.
A Hot wheels car covered by rust ,still runs with all it's wheels.
Plastic Army soldiers bathed in the blackened earth, till scrubbed clean.green.
Time was when these toys were new; hot wheel shiny metallic blue .
Of innocence he touched, loved and knew.
Afternoon battles with cousins and friends ,Covered in peanut butter crackers
and jam.
Playing in the garden of grass,rock and dirt ; toys got buried ,left in the dark.
Until time and weathered long lost friends reappeared.
Magically sniffed and dug up by Pippy , our beagle pup
We took in that first year , you left to join up .
The treasures she'd find and placed in my hand,
filled my heart when I was sad, and I believed
She comforted me ,knowing you'd return from war someday ....
Copyright © Barbara Stewart | Year Posted 2007
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