by wayne34liverpool, Merseyside, England, UK
Jul 2014 400 Views 2 comments
grans story
Giants of liverpool
With heads high
Tower
People
Granny rises from her bed
On tip toes
She step on the street
Slow paces tiny steps
Men on strings
They control are marionette
Granny telles her story of war that was
Pals dead millions lost
She tells her story to the people of liverpool
With joy they listen to what she tells
Of the great war
Millions dead
The struggle she faced her sons dead and husband dead
Her story her daughter she tells
Stroking her dog her compainion
She tells of death
The
Lost souls world war 1
With heads high
Tower
People
Granny rises from her bed
On tip toes
She step on the street
Slow paces tiny steps
Men on strings
They control are marionette
Granny telles her story of war that was
Pals dead millions lost
She tells her story to the people of liverpool
With joy they listen to what she tells
Of the great war
Millions dead
The struggle she faced her sons dead and husband dead
Her story her daughter she tells
Stroking her dog her compainion
She tells of death
The
Lost souls world war 1
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Posted: Jul 2014
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Comments (2)
Stroking her dog her compainion
She tells of death
The old folk have so many tales to tell, of all the youth of a generation that was gone forever. So sad. Thanks Wayne