Two heroes rode into the town
Greeted by cries of "Welcome home"
Their clothes strange and bright
One had been to a foreign war
Had killed and plundered
Won spoils, captured towns
The other had gone to court
Argued persuasively before the king
Was granted lands and titles
Their sister met them at the door
Kissed their cheeks and asked them in
As night drew on, their stories failed
"Well, sister, what have you been doing
While we have been making history?"
"Nothing much- just raising kids,
Growing crops, washing clothes ..."
She left the table, called
By a child's cry from the loft