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My Friend Barry Glen
I am talking about my friend
His name was Barry Glen
He was happy and was wed
Then his friend was met by his end
Now dear Glen was off to war
Not to be seen forevermore
His family was crying but he wouldn’t stop
Now his family would have to cut their own crop.
Berry Glen would not be weary
But he would have to take a ferry
Of to war Barry was shipped
Scared as all hell that the boat could be flipped
Doomed to his death as the boat siren warned
And hit a mine while his wife sat and mourned
As the boat fell victim to the waters great size
His entire life passed before his eyes
as he regretted all of his lies
This battle for friend
Was at an end…
Then all of a sudden there was hope
As the boat came afloat
No one know what had been done
Then they remembered what was wrong
The ships hull is very strong
So hitting a mine could do no harm
Do no harm to those in arms
Now at their troubles they can sneeze
All unprejudiced just said jeeze
They were floating to the land
Which was covered by blood stained sand
Glen’s revenge had just gained hope
Now he was grappling down the boat with rope
They have hit land at least they thought
Because they came to a sudden stop
Now stuck on a rope Barry was scared
Now looking at the waters big great stare
They were stuck on a coral reef
And so pondering at their grief
The captain had to back up the boat
Now he to wait on the rope
Minutes went by as the captain went back
Taking his time to fix his track
Once moving forward the trip was quick
Heading to a area of the countries pick
Just when Barry could finally let go
All of a sudden the forest started to glow
Everyone started to say no
They said this was crazy and wanted home
By then Barry glen had started to roam
He explored the ground of the battlefield And pulled out his sword at which he can wield
He is a master at the sword and a master on the field
Now he has found the battle
To revenge his friend who has been rattled
He was given a metal for his bravery
And has luckily stopped some slavery
Now Barry wasn’t the only brave one
Wasn’t the only one under the sun
For the people that were brave
They were able to stop the rave
That’s why we remember all those brave soldiers
On this Remembrance Day we shall remember
All the people who fell for their endeavour
And the few who live on
Barry glen was one of those few
That is why I am writing for you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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