Green Army Man

This is a really cool poem that I came across as I was randomly surfing the blog sites. This was written by Hugh in Dallas, Texas (who he is, I do not know). In order to fully give this man credit for such an imaginative poem, you can link directly to his site by clicking here.

If you were anything like me as a kid, I think you will find this a good poem:

Green Army Man

In a place where the sun

Doesn’t reach anymore

Sits a green plastic soldier

Who’s ready for war

With canteen and pistol

Molded onto to his side

He’s ever-alert

No desire to hide

With bazooka at ready

Waiting on bended knee

He peers through the scope

With nothing to see

His comrades were moved

Quite a long time ago

He was left and forgotten

Or at least he thinks so

'Til commander returns

He’ll remain at his post

But it’s the not knowing

That gets him the most

The seasons they come

And the seasons they go

It’s hot or it’s cold

But he doesn’t know

On guard, ever waiting

He sits motion free

In the crook of a branch

On a withered oak tree

Poised and patiently waiting

For something to blast

He wonders how long

His war’s gonna last