by Gordon Bruce | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
Am trained to the highest am one of the best I work in line of eternal rest, I see my position way up high, as I climb the stairs I fear this is where I’ll die, The enemy advances from the fields below, through the sight of my rifle I see the fear they show, Alone in...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
I work for a government who I don’t believe is right, they will send me to war where I will have to fight No enemy army threatens our shores, but yet to follow my orders, of to war I go Much has been done to continue this fight, but seeking piece wouldn’t that be more...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
A summer Sunday we a laze around, mechanics working is a distant sound I turn a page and look around, I see pilots sleeping on chairs and the ground I hear a ringing, I hear a distant yell, but there’s no mistaking that scrambling bell First the phone, then comes the...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
The man I see in front of me I remember when I was three He made me laugh he made me cry he was there when my father died When I was sad he made me glad and he took the role of my dad He sang me songs he read me books the brother I see the enemy he took We lift my...
by Gordon Bruce | Apr 30, 2011 | Poetry
I woke up this morning my thoughts of dad,does he know that am so proud and glad He is one of the few that did his best, many of his friends have been laid to rest At his base I waited for him, I watched the Hurricanes landing in At his hard stand I wait for him a...
