A Poem to my brother

Beautiful Long Curly Hair

By Jasper

My brother’s hair shimmers in the sun.

It is beautiful when he has it up in a bun.

But it is sad when I see him crying when he gets it brushed.

He is crazy.

Once he almost broke my finger when he swung his sword so hard.

He is a little brother but he is still good with a sword cause he is a barbarian.

And he is a samurai.  He trains almost every day.

When he is a samurai his hair looks like a swarm of angry bees swarming at his enemies.

His hair looks like a raging wave splashing on his foes when he is a barbarian.

When he is a mix between both he is like  an uncontrolled herd of buffaloes trampling all the trees in the forest.

Aram the great. The warrior.

My little brother.