Two brothers were born in this Yorkshire land,
one was of brick, and the other of sand.
Brother Brick built houses,strong and high,
Two feet more, they'd then touch the sky.
Brother Sand was dealt, a different hand,
He ran away and joined an acoustic band,
They played in towns and so many clubs,
and even starred in a few small pubs.
Brick was strong, built like one of his walls,
but Sand had talent, in each one of his pores.
Brick married a girl, she was tall and fair,
whose beauty was, almost beyond compare.
Sand had a girl, in every town in our land,
one in Leeds, the others shared with his band.
Brick had three kids, a girl and two boys,
Sophie loved dance, the lads loved toys.
Sand fathered five,in different places,
but cannot remember their mothers faces.
Brick built up a vast empire, as his time moved on,
Sand played huge arena's, singing the country's no1.
Fortune came to brick, in his later years,
Sand became a legend, to all of his peers.
The question I now ask, of you all now,
Is Are you a brother of brick.
or are you a son of sand.!!!!!!
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P.H.Rose (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I once saw two men working side by side On a building site, one a brick builder The other a carpenter, I then thought About people, are we the type that Builds our life's solid or do we do it A different way. I wrote this poem Soon after....
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Very nicely done to show how kids from the same family can be so different!
Thank you for the comment WBL,
That was one of the thoughts behind my poem and also that we take a different type of path through life. Brick people go the conventional way, job/wife/kids etc, where as Sand go a different route....
Welcome and love that!
An interesting question, and a very clever write. Great poem!
Thank you so much Daniel for those kind words, glad you liked it.
Loved it. Thank you! Do you think there are bricks out there who wish they were more like their brother? 🙂
Thank you for those kind words Francesco, I would think there would be but maybe not admit it. And there are sand that change to bricks later in life... I know this as I was born sand, after my grandchildren were born I completely changed and love the way I live now....thanks
Awesome write
Thank you tony....
Great write, enjoyed it very much....
Thank you very much NAP ...
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