I was at the local hospital this morning getting x-rays and I found the following in an article in a lobby magazine -
the magazine is the September 2002 issue of North Shore, from the north shore (duh...) area of Chicago, and what it was doing in the lobby up here, who knows, northshoremag.com but the article (A Child's Garden of Verse) is about a north shore teacher of poetry and she shares a child's poem about his plastic toy soldiers; the article's author (Penelope Mesic) called the poem "the most haunting" and I agree. In its entirety: My enemy is the same as me. We cannot put our weapons down. We cannot run. Must stand. Until the Hand Puts us away.
