green plastic toy soldiers on a march always remind me. . . .
Write a story or poem about toy soldiers.
THE ENDLESS MARCH
Watching the endless marching line of
green plastic soldiers mirrors
the fighting personnel
present in our war-torn world.
The small solemn apparitions
constantly stand at attention
much as their beleaguered flesh-and-blood
counterparts. But the wars faced by
these brave plastic fighters
bear no resemblance to
the real battles being fought;
their innocent small-child troop commanders
propel them through made up skirmishes--
mere child play when compared
with the real-life devastation
they pretend to understand.
Where have we adults gone wrong
to make this scene attractive to those
young, uncomprehending souls,
innocent in their vision of bravery?