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Elementary Prize Poem TO MY BROTHER
Over the sea the galleys came,
Over the sea of blue;
With many a captive proud of name, With many a chief of martial fame.
Among them, brother, you.
And I was a slave. In the port of Rome I did my daily toil.
I saw across the billowing foam
The lofty ships from my mountain home. And the victors bearing the spoil.
One day when the morning dawned to light,
I saw you as a slave.
With eyes so brown, and hair so bright. And brawny arm with iron might.
And head held high and brave.
I crept toward your keeper with lifted knife.
And a club in one of my hands.
You moved: they saw, and took your life; With shining steel, they ended your strife.
And buried you in the sands.
Barbar.a Sykes, ’34
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