My brother is a soldier
in a hot, dry,
sandy place.
He's missing--
missing things like
baseball, barbeques,
fishing, French fries,
chocolate sodas,
flame-red maple trees,
blue jays,
and snow.
I'm missing too--
missing
his read-out-loud voice,
his super special
banana pancakes
his scuffed up shoes
by the back door,
his big-bear
good night
hugs.
There are people
with guns
in that land of sand
who want to shoot
my brother.
I hope
they miss him
too.
From America At
War: Poems selected by Lee Bennett Hopkins
2008, Simon & Schuster
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