The Shining Medal

I hold it in my hand, high and proud,
Waiting for the signal to put it down.

As shiny as the sun,
As striking as a gun.

The beautiful medal,
What memories it holds!

Mightier than a majestic mammoth,
Shinier than the soaring sun.

It’s there, hanging high on my shelf,
Which I’ll keep staring at, from my desk!