The bluecoats were a mighty force that held the highland, from the driveway to the dried mud hill near the weeds. They had a town and village and it was made of tuna cans, but their fort made of tin foil, was the pride for all to see. They took up their positions with their plastic weaponry, and in unison, they beheld what they could see. And, they called their mighty plateau “Evermore”, for with their mighty fortress, they would gain immortality, some boy said, I know, some boy said.
Upon a very sunny day, when the air stood still and hot, the bluecoats looked down upon the driveway called a sea. There arose a string of makeshift ships from a cardboard box, with a green army that numbered infinity. The flag that they mustered was cut from old cloth, painted black for misery, and they made their home for war upon their fleet. Stood they tall with axes high, as they looked at “Evermore” said this too belongs to us or so we will see. And the greens set their catapults upon dried mud land near the weeds, and said let us wait for dusk, some boy said, I know, some boy said.
The bluecoats of the highland, looked down upon the greens, and they found themselves filled with pride and practicality. What is violence without reason, when we have our fort so strong, in “Evermore”, we have been here for eternity. Let us throw down rocks like bullets rain our war upon the greens, for in our souls we have superiority. We shall hold our mighty highland, we shall stand for “Evermore”, our enemies will become but a false dream, some boy said, I know, some boy said.
So the bluecoats rained down rocks like bullets upon the greens by the weeds, and the greens dodged their pellets beneath the thick leaves. At a point in time, the sun did dip, and the greens counted their deceased, total losses amounted to twenty-three. We have slain them they are conquered said the bluecoats on the hill, let us retreat to our fortress and watch them leave, it will be a sign of our true wealth, or better yet our “Evermore” superiority, some boy said, I know, some boy said.
In the valley by the weed growth near the driveway called a sea, crept the warriors of the Greens an army. Looked they up onto the highlands in the dusk all they could see, was the tin foil fort of the enemy. Bent they back their plastic catapults held by rubber bands tightly, held within the cups of each a gas-soaked gravel, to fly when touched by a match lit carefully. Up above in “Evermore” not a bluecoat could be seen, tucked away secure not afraid of that which lies beneath, some boy said, I know, some boy said.
In the evening on the highland, that looked over a driveway sea, came a rain of fire that was birthed from near the weeds. Burning gravel falling terror from the green army, hit the tin foil keep of the bluecoat infantry. The foil it held the fire for just a little while, but the shards of gravel pierced it through. The wooden sticks that held the fort began to burn as the embers grew. The end the end, the bluecoats sang, as the tin stronghold ripped in two. Some boy said, I know, some boy said.
But what has legend taught us, of battles that we fight, just when we lose our fight, there comes a faithful rite. For just as when the bluecoats fell, and recognized their plight, they called upon compassion from a holy recognized light. The boy in his compassion, of all he did control, sent streams of dribbling water down from a bucket near the knoll. His role was like a being, that looks upon a land, and brings about a miracle when nobody thinks he can. Look up, look up, ye bluecoats, from the highlands where ye stand, your G_D is like a boy, with a bucket in his hand. Some boy said, I know, some boy said. – 1.31.2018 –דָּנִיֵּאל
Very different from what you usually write, but fascinating all the same. It really is a true parable.
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Thank you Karen, I was trying for the different on this one. 😉
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And you succeeded. 🙂
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This is a great story! Read it several times through, and kept getting more out of it.
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Thank you very much, I am happy you enjoyed it.
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Your welcome, very enjoyable piece.
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Great writing, loved this!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Really enjoy your writing, and your welcome.
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Dear Daniel, This was perhaps to me the deepest most interesting piece that you have written to date. Perhaps I am wrong but I got the parallel of a young boy having compassion for his toys and God having compassion for us. In other words if a young boy can have such compassion surely God can. I could be way off but that’s what I received. ❤ Ruby
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You nailed it Ms. Ruby, at least for what I was shooting for. Thank you my friend you made my day. 🙂
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Good, I made the cut, and got it right. For once in my life….and I’m glad I made your day! 🙂
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This piece really rocked Daniel, toy soldiers make for a good story!
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Indeed they do Shaun. Thank you for your comment, and compliment. 😉
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Anytime Daniel!
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It’s been awhile since I played with my toy soldiers, but your prose brought me back, and I very much liked your ending to the tale. 😉
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Hi Brian, its been awhile for me as well. 😉 Thanks for the comment, happy you liked this.
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“The Bluecoats” was simply amazing Daniel, you channeled a boy very well, and I just assume it was you. There is really a precious lesson here about mercy and compassion, or so “Some boy said, I know, some boy said.” 😉 ❤
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Heh, you got me Heather, and very happy to hear you say I am channeling well. Thanks as always for a wonderful comment. 🙂
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Your more than welcome, you channel well on everything you write. 😉
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You continue to amaze me with your thoughts put to this blog my friend. This was a story that in a different time would appear in a book of wisdom as a parable for the ages. Well done Daniel!
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Thank you Wang, I appreciate your kind compliment.
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I’m a fan as you know Daniel, and I say this is your best work! 🙂
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Wow, that is a wonderful compliment. Thank you Mr. King. 😉
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Daniel you have written a simplistic parable that holds so much wisdom within it, I found this to be one of your best works, and there have been many.
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Thank you so much Lynette, I really appreciate your reading and your wonderful input.
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Now this is a life lesson I can understand! 😉
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Thank you Alex. 😉
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Daniel my brother this is astounding work, the wisdom it beholds counts it for me as one of your best. My best to you and your dear family. Shalom, Den
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Thank you brother. I appreciate that coming from you may be more than you know. Family is doing fine, wishing the best for you and yours as well. Shalom, Daniel
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Family is doing fine here as well Daniel, we stick together during these times and nothing can come against us. Shalom, Den
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The Bluecoats was full of great lessons for life my young friend, especially the conclusion, and the illustrative lesson on compassion. You continue to amaze me with your talent and skill of messaging.
Bill
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Hi Bill, Compassion is such a wonderful gift, and I think it’s best learned when we are children. As always thank you for commenting my friend.
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I’m not a boy, but I could identify with this story. Well done! ❤
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No need to be a boy, as my missus would tell you, 😉 Thank you Danielle for reading and your comment.
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Some of the best words you have written to this date. I really enjoyed this Daniel!
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Hi Stafford, thank you very much for your comment.
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Daniel, your Bluecoats piece took me back to a field under the Texas sky, playing with replica WWII plastic army men. My friends and I would spend hours under the hot sun creating one adventurous battle after another, and yes we too would often have compassion upon our fallen enemies, preparing them an honorable surrender. Your writing was full of great wisdom here.
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You too huh, well I should not be surprised, it was such a time. Thank you Dallas. 😉
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Perhaps this is a post that speaks to a deeper level than nostalgia but I have to tell you, you incited both nostalgia and a longing for that time in my boyhood when great battles ranged upon the soil outside my grandparents modest wooden home, using our miniature plastic army men, and the nature around us, for us buddies it was the best of times. Thank you. 🙂
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Hi Ryan, the dirt playing with toy solders was part of a generation of play, and we turned out okay. I think. 😉
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A few bumps and bruises but yes we survived! 😉
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Well done Daniel, I enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you Carmel.
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Like many have said in these comments your piece brought back many happy memories for me. The conclusion was amazing.
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Thank you Darrin, happy you enjoyed it.
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Absolutely top notch writing Daniel, you tell a great story, and this one and the way it is presented is one of your best.
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Thank you Jerri, I appreciate your kind compliment, and am happy you enjoyed this.
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Your welcome, keep up the good work!
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When I began reading, I wasn’t sure where you were going with this one, Daniel, but I really love it, on many levels! Great writing!! jen
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Thank you Jen, half the time I don’t know where I’m going either. 😉
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Me either, my friend, but it looks like we’re doing okay!!! 😁
Shabbat shalom, jen
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Shabbat Shalom my friend.😊
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