Literature:ToySoldiers/Brooding

Raapthingi Itskoongathee — Toy Soldiers

Yeethaiwalderstaishlawga, tlandeiskoonfashbawthloolm,
Oosenflaukhchaegawdenal, tlandeaahuhngtagaaraapthingibasheln,
Aazrawsaeshgademabashenaidoogrenawtluhotlaibaeyaa,
Mauluhmpeedeseolsenraapaakothaistoobnaleega. WendesketlesteoosenmelkeeyorMaudaegeed, Yelzosyuhneechaw, Ootchaegmauyaindnaakeegaaagraagenawtluhtotlaidoo. “Felderaapthingi,” awkanbashen “aacheshlabrootawrawftluhl, Thoowenawpaashlehbasheln, thoowenotlaiinduhtlooh.”

Beneath the wide sky where the autumn winds play, A boy knelt in soil, where his soldiers lay. From the box at his side, he cast them around, A scatter of warriors upon the dirt mound.

Disorder reigned first, a chaos untamed, Yet the boy, undeterred, would see it reframed. “For soldiers,” he said, “must stand in their line, Each in their station, each by design.”