Two Soldiers, Two Sisters Each Poem by Hm. Nes

Two Soldiers, Two Sisters Each



So proud we stood,
My sister, Marge, and me-
Our brother, Bruce,
As he was meant to be-
And who'd of thought?
Our country 'tis of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
Of thee we sing, and send
Our brother, Bruce.

While over there,
Somewhere across the sea,
Two other fools,
With brother proud to be-
And he so brave,
To save his family
And keep his country free-
His death for liberty-
Wears soldier clothes.

Our brother, Bruce,
Will meet his destiny.
Their brother too,
As he was meant to be,
Will take a life,
Protecting liberty-
That Bruce again won't see
His sisters proud that he
Wore soldier clothes.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Vandavasu Vittal 02 October 2009

Wow fantastic ideas you have and so dynamically expressed. Good poem

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