He stood at the end of the table, his hands clasped behind his back in the manner of one who knows no proper form, but feels that it is right. He was different than the other men standing around the strategy table, being rather small and heavily scarred. He did not share a past with the others there. In the upper right corner of his forehead there were a series of little scars, so many that they permanently marred the skin. These, the scars of a harsh and long apprenticeship to a stone cutter, summed up much of his early life. He had learned in this work a thousand truths, each beaten in with a blow from his masters tawny hand . When the old stone cutter died Wayne Forest gave up the trade, unable to keep up with the business, and became a militia sergeant, distinguishing himself in the Asoangtu disturbance as a disciplinarian and a man who thought on his feet.
Posts Tagged ‘heroes’
The sergeant
Posted in Beyond the Window Pane, Still on the Grill, tagged age, descriptions, heroes, scars, stone-cutter, war on May 1, 2011| Leave a Comment »
Fear Not
Posted in Beyond the Window Pane, Poetry, tagged be not afraid, commands, confidence, crisis, fear, fear not, God's word, heroes on February 16, 2011| Leave a Comment »
What kind of
Command is that?
Said so many times
“Be not afraid”
Confidence
(this short, syllable poem came after a discussion on fear while preparing a lesson for a Child Evangelism Fellowship course, so it’s in tribute to squirrels101)
~Miss Joyous
Poem on everyday heroism
Posted in Poetry, Trivium, tagged everyday heroism, heroes, Poems on May 12, 2010| 2 Comments »