Comments about Michael Hunt
My Gramps the soldier, battling on,
The pillar of strength was all so strong,
Through dark skies ahead, and,
Bad times gone by,
His smile, his laughter but never a cry.
His ambition was clear for all to see,
Respect is all this proud man would need,
His courage and prowess was never foregone,
In his home, his castle is where he belonged.
With love in his heart and a glee in his eye,
My Gramps kept walking towing the line,
Never a grumble, bad word or resent,
To make someone smile would suffice this torment.
Never too shy to approach ...