Once I knew a shaven headed boy
Who lived above a field
In a cottage behind field’s fences
Where he used to protect his land

Feet firmly on his earth
Halting us
When during day we played
On green no man’s land

During nighttime he was away
When we turned soldiers
Throwing stones and hitting bats
Above the field

Then one by one onto the ground
Ceremoniously into dirt
These bats were buried
And our field became a cemetery

Of graveyard stones that with a click
Mimicking and miming our adventurous minds
Took down a soldier looking boy
Who undisturbed and without a worry

was flocking sheep on vengeful battle ground.

- Dedicated to J.