Posted in All Poems, tagged battle, child, children, combat, country, father, future, grandfather, grandparent, hero, love, past, patriot, poem, poetry, service, soldier, toy, war, war poem, wars on June 29, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Toy Soldiers
A child with his soldier toys
Shoots and bangs his war time noise,
Knowing not the real cost
Of fallen brethren and true loss.
No one can fault the little ones
For thinking play time soldier fun,
For maybe raised on bravery,
A father dressed for full duty,
And back he comes from war alone
Blessed to see his child at home.
“Go on son with your soldiers play,
I’ll let you know the truth some day.”
Kyle McHale 2012
Posted in All Poems, tagged child, childhood, cow, family, father, friend, friendship, gather, grandchild, grandfather, grandparent, legend, light, love, man, me, oral, orator, parent, past, poem, poetry, porch, rocking chairs, round, simple truth, sitting, sound, speak, tale, talk, talking, travel, vacation, war, you on April 15, 2012| Leave a Comment »
Grandfathers and Legends
That only in the world of theirs,
Something round the rocking chairs,
That only sit on hallowed ground,
Wisdom coming through as sound.
Just gather round, gather round,
A proper spot that must be found.
What light is there from you to me?
A glimpse of it I wish to see.
Tell me something I don’t know
About a battle in the snow.
Tell me something I need now,
About the time you fought that cow.
Tell me something of your love,
A passion that I know not of.
Tell me what has made you strong,
A mystery or favorite song.
Tell me how you’ve lived so well,
I want to know the secret spell.
Tell me something of your youth
When you discovered simple truth.
Tell me something of the land,
Of how you worked it with your hands.
Tell me something of a friend,
Of how you saw him through the end.
A story told to me I’ll keep,
And think of when I fall asleep.
A glimpse of hope I can dream on,
To carry with me when you’re gone.
Kyle McHale 2012
