Brothers In Arms Poem by Don Stratford

They crossed the high country
The flats and the plains
In cars, trucks and buses
And even in trains
Together they travelled
Across this great land
The width and the breadth
Always hand in hand

The jobs that they shared
Adventures untold
Both working together
Through the heat and the cold
The man in his check shirt
In boots and in jeans
With his dog he calls Windbag
Who is heard but not seen

But it’s all in his mind
He hasn’t left home at all
This brother of mine
Who always walks tall?
“Cause I’m proud to be with him
Proud to be mates
To help him live his life
Outside of his gates


Don Stratford May 10,2001 ©