Poem about my wonderful grandfather
John Walker served his country in WWII
It was something he felt obligated to do.
In combat he risked his life
Even while he was facing strife
He wrote his family back at home
While he was on another roam
Slept, ate and had his birthday
In a foxhole while there was gun play
A short break from the war
He listened live to Dinah Shore
Met the nice people of France and Holland
There he bought some Chocolate Almonds
Posed in a painting for Martin Koblo
John said, 'he was a very nice fellow'
When it was announced that the war had ended
John wrote home and said 'I feel quite splendid'
'I’ll be home honey, as quick as I can
Can’t wait to see you, Margaret and Ann'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem