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Poetry from within

Little men who are green

Many have looked upon little men who are green

wondering if their eyes do deceive what they have seen

Surely it is a pursuit of the young

To play with these little guys, having fun

But there is more to them than meets the eye

You can ponder while staring at the stars in the sky

Not only in green, some appear to be grey

While others appear to be metal you could say

They battle on every continent, across the earth

A few select of humans know their worth

In dark corners and private clubs planning their demise

Ready to deal a hammer blow to their enemies surprise

These brave few are Social pariahs all

Scoffed and scorned, still they walk tall

They know what others donít even contemplate

These little men, you donít need to hate

So the next time you glimpse bits of green or grey

Or a glint of metal glistening in the light of day

Donít run or panic, or be quick to criticise

Of these men you see before your eyes

They are taking part in a vibrant, exciting hobby

We are talking about wargaming on tabletop you see

With miniature toy soldiers scorching the earth

While the players enjoy with great mirth

Chris Duncan