More of the tin soldier

The Steadfast Tin Soldier

Part 2

The tin soldier wished

For the paper dancer

To become his paper wife,

But she lived in a castle

And was too refined

To spend her paper life

In a crowded cardboard carton.

When the lid was placed over

The rest of the troop

Only the soldier remained;

His eyes wouldn’t leave

Her paper body

And he longed for her in vain.

While she was erect

On her paper toes,

He stayed steadfast

On one leg made of tin.

When morning came,

The soldier was moved

To wait on the window sill,

When he was blown

By a gust of wind

Onto the street below.

He landed on his head

With his bayonet stuck

Between the cobblestones.

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