We can never sever, our bond of brotherhood,
The world is cruel and friends are few;
We must hold steadfast to our faith in all that’s good
That WE, four brothers from childhood grew.
For we have shared the midnight wind
Whispering our weary world to sleep,
And we have felt destiny’s arbitrary hand
Causing us to laugh or weep.
The splendid wonder of each morning
Brought to us its sudden birth,
From a world often over-wearying
By drudging toil or festive mirth.
The shouts from our sport teams
Echoed like a clarion call,
And within our souls we wrapped our dreams
WE four brothers, a joyous cabal!
And we followed what singers wrote
In cadences of mystic song,
We mimicked their lyrics with bragging sport
Winding through paths of right and wrong.
Till all our worlds bloomed right as rain,
And our new manhood too was free,
And each one hugged brother and friend
In embrace that spanned eternity!
Knowing that We – WE would never die!
Thus is our kinship fiercely true!
For WE, four brothers death defy,
In love, in pain – O Grantley!
In memories – sweet memories, forever new!
A poem by J. J. W. as adapted by Carmen Rogers-Green.