photo of two soldiers, circa 1918 (Missouri Historical Society)‘Band of Brothers’ and Other Narrative Sonnets by James A. Tweedie The Society August 30, 2025 Culture, Poetry 3 Comments . Band of Brothers A picture of two soldiers in their prime. A scribbled note in cursive on the back. “My Dearest Son, if ever comes a time When I am gone, whatever you may lack Or need, just phone this number. When you do, Just tell the man who answers who you are, And he will be as like myself to you. For he and I were brothers in the war.” Today I got a phone call from a teen Who asked if I would buy him a new bike. When I found out what he had read and seen, And heard his name, I told him I would like To do that very much. From that day on I cared for him as if he was my son. . . Good Neighbors I knocked, he answered. “’Morning, Phil,” I said. “I hate to bother you but would you mind If I could use your mower? Mine’s gone dead.” As neighbors go, Phil is the generous kind. “Of course,” he said. “And here’s my edger, too. And if there’s something else, just let me know.” In winter I have done what I could do To keep Phil’s walk and driveway clear of snow. A cup of sugar or two cups of flour Are often passed between his house and mine. Some days a cup of coffee and an hour Or two to chew the fat will blur the line Between what’s “his” and “mine.” Our very lives— We share it all, except, of course, our wives! . . What the Good Samaritan Knew The car in front of me pulled right And to the side, its rear lights flashing red. In front, what had been hidden from my sight, The carcass of a deer lay limp and dead. Another car was lying on its side, Its front end crumpled where it had just struck The doe that suddenly appeared, and died. The driver was unhurt, by grace or luck. I pulled up, too, and talked but mostly stood Until a sheriff’s deputy arrived To call a tow. I asked him if I should Have stopped or passed on by, and he replied, “To stop is good, I guess, but not if you Have no idea what you’re going to do.” . . James A. Tweedie is a retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He has written and published six novels, one collection of short stories, and four collections of poetry including Sidekicks, Mostly Sonnets, and Laughing Matters, all with Dunecrest Press. His poems have been published nationally and internationally in both print and online media. He was honored with being chosen as the winner of the 2021 SCP International Poetry Competition. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. ***Read Our Comments Policy Here*** 3 Responses Roy Eugene Peterson August 30, 2025 All three poems reflect in some way the “milk of human kindness” including the third one that portrayed the desire to be of service. Not sharing wives was a funny line and ending to the second poem. I cannot help but wonder if all three are based on personal experiences or at least some of the stories shared by your parishioners. Each one could provide the basis for a sermon. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson August 30, 2025 By the way, my uncle, Reverend Aaron Backus, founded a Southern Baptist Church in Lynnwood, Washington, around 1960. Reply Warren Bonham August 30, 2025 I agree with Roy that these could all be sermons. I think church attendance would increase dramatically if all sermons were delivered in sonnet form. It would certainly force pastors to fit their messages into much shorter and easier-to-remember sermons. Well done. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Δ
Roy Eugene Peterson August 30, 2025 All three poems reflect in some way the “milk of human kindness” including the third one that portrayed the desire to be of service. Not sharing wives was a funny line and ending to the second poem. I cannot help but wonder if all three are based on personal experiences or at least some of the stories shared by your parishioners. Each one could provide the basis for a sermon. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson August 30, 2025 By the way, my uncle, Reverend Aaron Backus, founded a Southern Baptist Church in Lynnwood, Washington, around 1960. Reply
Warren Bonham August 30, 2025 I agree with Roy that these could all be sermons. I think church attendance would increase dramatically if all sermons were delivered in sonnet form. It would certainly force pastors to fit their messages into much shorter and easier-to-remember sermons. Well done. Reply