Six braves we were who quickly breached the bridge
And scanned for danger from the valley's ridge.
Peter Upton first, the biggest of our brood
A strapping lad, but faints at the sight of blood:
And little Evan who was our climbing star,
Though in the classroom, he never climbed too far.
And Alan Wilkie, my best friend of this crew,
Who dreamed of far off places, horizons new,
And did indeed fulfil his life long dream
An engineer first, a Naval officer became.
The tallest one by far, it was my brother, Jim
And finally there's Gordon, but none of us liked him!
Too smart by half but really not that clever.
We needed him when he became our printer
For a news-sheet Pete and I composed together.
So boldly now we crossed the great divide
Between our Northern stronghold and that Southern side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem