The Shield by Kevin Carl
Illustration by Julie A. Snyder
A rusty shield, forgotten in a corner,
Can tell stories of deeds that tore the world asunder.
A glorious battle, acts heroic and valorous,
Scratched the paint of this shield inconspicuous.
No more, though, can it tell
Of the stories, for his master fell.
Heaped in a pile of broken armor,
The shield was forgotten, forever.
But the shield can remember
Deeds that tore the world asunder,
And will tell them readily for you,
If you take it and listen carefully all the night through.
The End
(c) 2002
By Kevin Carl
All Rights Reserved
Kevin Carl is a 17 yr. old high school junior. He enjoys reading, writing, and listening to music. He is also looking forward to graduating next year and attending college.
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