Poetry Entry 4: Foster Father
I have just been informed that my poem won Pete’s writing contest in honor of Ares, our soldiers and Military Appreciation Month. I’m amazed and thankful for there were some great entries! Hail Ares!
There was a certain poor family
with a brood of children,
the newest child just days old.
The father worked night and day
just to see that they had enough to eat.
One evening upon returning home for supper
the tired father took his despair to the road
and asked the first person he met
to foster one of his children.
The first person was a soldier,
dusty from his travels but in good humor.
Will you, good sir, foster one of my children,
the child you think would best suit
you, your needs, your pursuits
to feed, clothe and raise as one of your own?
I will, stated the man.
By my side, your child will gain
skills, fame and fortune.
Who are you, gracious benefactor?
I am Ares, Champion of Zeus,
Master of Arms and protective father of many.
It will not be an easy…
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