The Imperial Guard

A Poem by My 12 Year Old Son, Jake

Theresa
The Imperial Guard,
protector of the realm,
from a window - a shard -
the one ones at the helm,
with pistol and sword,
they battle the endless tide,
sitting in trenches bored,
by the enemy - long fried.
A wondrous mass
of well-trained men,
give 'em any sass
and they'll shoot you full tin.

Published by Theresa

I have lived in 8 countries on 4 different continents. I am happily married with 3 great children and a marvelous dog. I am working for a paradigm shift in the universe.  View profile

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