A little lad barely five
years old stood along
the parade route
on a cold November Morn.

The crowd could not be
called a crowd at all
cause few bothered
to care at all.

Yet, here was little Tommy
wise beyond his years.
Standing straight and
tall. A firm salute, he
held in hopes of honoring
them all.

He wore a cap that was
far too big but he wore it
with pride for the little soldier
he held inside.

Tommy held little interest
in what most five year olds do.
He did not come to see the tanks,
planes, floats, bands,
or fancy dancing horses.

No, Tommy knew it was the brave
men and women who deserved all
his respect so he kept
his salute firm and fast as
each group marched past.

First came the army
led by a huge tank
followed by our brave soldiers
in file…