That Little Bronze Solider
By Margot R
It sat there on the mantel
A huge history related to despair
That little bronze soldier
Won at the somme
Gifted to my great-great grandfather
Now a 100 years on
We were created as the bad guys
For keeping it for these years
It’s now at the army museum
Admired by all
But they didn’t touch it
And they can’t
I know what felt like all bumpy at the touch
Bronze, holding a grenade
Won for rugby
From the fields of somme
to our old mantle piece
to a display case
That little bronze soldier