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