August 19th, 2012 by admin
Soldier Boy
’Tis the young shoots
That lead the way
Yet cradled by twigs
Since last May
Little boy led me
All the way
Cradled within me
All our days
Life’s bowed legs
Did be-gnarl a path
Doing my best
To find his hearth
Be so strong
Should he fall and sigh;
Bid I fall and die?
Harkened cry
Wilting before
My furrowed deep,
’Twas none but he
Had care to keep
Swaddled within
My loving lair
Spring was so close
To budding fair.
Cheung-Ling Wong
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