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One final journey to the sea, The last wish of a grizzled old warrior. From the sands and dances Of the American West, To the blood and bullets Of the Western Front, Roads traveled by A lone Apache. Somewhere along the way, He became my grandfather, Replacing that which I lost To drink and bottomless spite. Better than his predecessor, naturally Walking the path of a grandparent, With stories and lessons for me, His capitan. Now, I walk with him Along life’s shore, And as that grand, beautiful ocean Breaks upon the rocks, I feel his stories and lessons Rising on the salty breeze.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
Journeys
One final journey to the sea, The last wish of a grizzled old warrior. From the sands and dances Of the American West, To the blood and bullets Of the Western Front, Roads traveled by A lone Apache. Somewhere along the way, He became my grandfather, Replacing that which I lost To drink and bottomless spite. Better than his predecessor, naturally Walking the path of a grandparent, With stories and lessons for me, His capitan. Now, I walk with him Along life’s shore, And as that grand, beautiful ocean Breaks upon the rocks, I feel his stories and lessons Rising on the salty breeze.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:27 PM UTC
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