Toy Soldiers
Hoards of men do battle on my shelf
Plastic soldiers, poised will militant
Resolve to seek out and destroy their
Enemy- Sometimes I see their real!
Amongst them two gladiators fight
To the death their locked – defined
By their makers dream- so I play along
And choose to believe that they are real!
When they are real my mind is keen
Lively meaning sprouts from all I see
Sometimes their simply plastic on my shelf
Imagination locked until its dead!
Copyright © David Byrne | Year Posted 2010
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