May. 12, 2006 - Rose Marinoni's Poem
They pushed him straight against the wall,
The firing squad dropped in a row;
And why he stood on tiptoe,
Those men shall never know.
He wore a smile across his face
As he stood primly there,
The guns straight aiming at his heart,
The sun upon his hair.
For he remembered in a flash
Those days beyond recall,
When his proud mother took his height
Against the bedroom wall.
By Rose Marinoni
The Poem "At Sunrise"
