John is passionate about human and animal rights, social justice, equality, and the environment, and likes to convey that in his writing.
March of the Wooden Soldiers
The wooden soldiers stand in line,
Straight and tall and proud,
Painted uniforms so smart,
Marching for the crowd.
Rifles propped on shoulders,
Spotted eyes stare straight ahead,
Obeying higher orders
That keeps them all in stead.
No questions, doubt, or protest
About their rigid role,
Just marching to a common beat,
A military drum roll.
But wooden soldiers cannot think,
Their heads are made of pine.
They’re prisoners, forever cursed
To always march in time.
Don’t be a wooden soldier,
Blindly follow what you’re told.
You have the power of reason
So bring that to the fold.
Use free will and common sense
To choose what’s right or wrong.
Don’t be a soldier in a line
Marching to a boring song.
Each one of us can change the world
If we’re brave and fight for peace.
There’s no problem that can’t be fixed
If greed and hatred cease.
So, wooden soldiers have their place
But they really are just toys,
Following strict orders,
Controlled by little boys.
Inspiration For the Poem
The inspiration for this poem came from the Laurel and Hardy (collection) DVD I received as a Christmas gift. One of the film titles is March of the Wooden Soldiers.
The story is set in Toyland which is inhabited by Mother Goose and other popular fairy tale characters. Laurel and Hardy play Stannie Dum and Ollie Dee and live in a shoe owned by the evil Silas Barnaby who wishes to marry Bo Peep. Our heroes try to borrow money from the Toymaker so they can pay off the mortgage on the shoe and keep Little Bo Peep from Barnaby's evil clutches.
The film is a lot of slapstick type fun.
© 2019 John Hansen