my grandfather was a small man
my grandfather was a hard man
a wiry man, straight of back
with jutted jaw
a man who fitted perfectly
inside a British tank
a man who was unlucky
to be hit by Rommel's shrapnel
and lucky enough to survive
a man who, every birthday
bought for me, and me alone
the best book he could find
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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