The Steadfast Tin Soldier
Part 1
Once upon a time
There was a troop of soldiers,
Born from an old tin spoon,
Holding rifles at their shoulders,
In uniforms of red and blue.
Each looked exactly
Like the next
Except for one
Who was last
To be cast
And stood firmly
On one leg.
When the lid was removed
From the box where they lay,
A child gasped with joy
And lined them up on parade
Before a paper fort;
In the doorway stood
A paper dancer
Wearing a tulle skirt.
She held one leg so high
It couldn’t be seen at all;
The little tin soldier gave a sigh –
She stood firmly
On one leg.
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writing in north norfolk 