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Two Poems from our Sports Poetry Collection

 
 
Our Soldiers
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem:
Our Soldiers
   
  Here comes our soldiers
on to the battlefield,
armed with all their weapons
and their helmets that will shield.

Protect them from any mishaps
while in place or on the run,
from the enemy that try's to strike them
with their loaded gun.

Our soldiers take their positions
and are placed all around,
two are sent to the frontlines
to protect and man their ground.

The gunner stands high on a mound
so he has the perfect view,
of his commrade that hides behind the enemy
the one that give his cue.

When to fire and unload his gun
to be sure he's not late,
for his chance against the enemy
that he must eliminate.

Our other soldiers in the field
stand ground in front of a wall,
to protect the spectators of this war
from the dangers of it all.
   
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The Gunman Took The Loss
   
Author: Robert Miller
   
Poem: The Gunman Took The Loss
   

From sixty feet away
on that mound he stood,
with a fierce look in his eyes
that did'nt look good.

He stared me down
with his eyes never blinking,
he then raised his gun
what was he thinking.

He fired first
my god he was fast,
but i was quick enough
to get off my own blast.

He was on target
yet so was i,
because my weapon reflected
his bullet to the sky.

Both his fierce looking eyes
and his gun that was so quick,
turned out to be no match
for my big wooden stick.

The gunman was pretty good
just was'nt good enough,
maybe the next time
he'll have his normal stuff.

It was a great moment
one of the best for me,
to run all the bases
and claim victory.
 
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