My OperaToy Cannon
Tuesday, August 14, 2007 12:18:39 AM
I have had this poem around since my son was little and played with toy guns.
He is now serving our Country and will be going back to Iraq.
He is now serving our Country and will be going back to Iraq.
Toy Cannon
When he was five, his mother
bought him a toy cannon,
And he played war with his friends.
His Father was proud of his war efforts.
When he was six he broke the toy cannon,
And he cried in his room all day.
His Father tokd him big boys don't cry,
So he choked back the tears and went on with life.
When he was ten, his mother bought
him a machine gun
That sounded just like the real ones.
All his friends had guns and they played
war in the backyard
Under the watchful eyes of their
proud parents.
When he was thirteen, his father told him
to throw away the machine gun,
because big boys don't play with guns.
He wanted to cry bit remembered what his father
had told him when he was young.
When he was eighteen, Uncle Sam
bought him a rifle,
And sent him off to war.
So he went to war, wondering about
What his father had told him when
he was young.
When his parents got the letter,
His father cried.
Ron MacLean
This poem gave me chills then,
It gives me chills now.
God Bless our young men and women
who protect and serve our Country.
