Silhouettes

The small silhouette of a girl,
Sitting all alone under a tree.
Keeping her thought to herself,
Oh how wonderful to be free.

The silhouette of a man,
Not a dollar to his name.
Boldly he told his story,
One that found him fame.

The silhouette of a Navy Soldier,
Standing over a polished grave.
A fellow Lieutenant lost at war,
A man so strong, a man so brave.

The silhouette of a musician,
Busking down the street.
People stopping to listen,
Dropping coins at his feet.

The silhouette of an author,
With a pen tight in her hand.
Her imagination keep flying,
Publishing contracts she wants to land.

A silhouette of a mother,
Gently cradling her baby.
What will the future hold?
He'll be president maybe.

The silhouettes you see,
They all have a story.
Go ahead and  listen,
Let them speak with glory.

Poem © 2016 Kellen Foord