My Hero

Grandpa was a young man
When he fought in the
Battle of the Bulge

There wasn’t much he would say to
Those days, except cry
He remembered the bombs,
Red of the dead

Grandpa said
That war tore England up
Worse than a tornado,
Worse than a hurricane,
But no matter what
The bombs blew in trail of the fighting
Brightening the English countryside

I can see Grandpa
Glowing out from the colored dust

by Laurie Dahl

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