Victor, Victor
VICTOR, VICTOR
Victor, Victor
a son of a pioneer past,
and when the war drums
began a slow rhythmical beat,
and the loud pitched cry of “Cooee”
rang throughout our land,
for on the dotted line he signed,
then Victor packed his bags
and headed off to war.
a great adventure sought,
then up and onto beaches
in this foreign land
he scrambled ashore,
a bullet fired,
a bullet true,
a bullet claimed,
this young man’s life,
who once from Nobby hailed,
now resting,
now sleeping,
in an eternal peace
Victor, Victor became a soldier true.
Copyright © 2014 by Francis Cooper – Mac
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