Benjamin Posted February 22, 2013 Share Posted February 22, 2013 many years ago I left my homeland mountain pastures and my father's farm running from the Germans and the Russians feigning death so I would not be harmed Red Cross brought me safely here to England I learned the language and the customs too took a wife became an English husband but every now and then the past breaks through 2 and see my father tease our goat with a belt from his old coat the apron that my mother wore when she waved from the kitchen door and laughter as my brothers tickled me evenings in the village dancing hurdy-gurdy tunes romancing all our friends so happy bright and free... 3 my grown-up son will not accept his father my woman turns her face the other way now that my working days they are all over but thoughts transport me to a far off day and I see my father...... Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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