1939 Poem by Martin Lochner

1939



1

Your granddaddy and the gardener
left our shores to protect
grave allied concerns

fighting the krauts in Tripoli
and killing them Nazis in tobruk

they sure made a great team

coming home old daddy received
1000 imperial acres of farm ground

the brave gardener received a service
bicycle and a cottage on the farm

2

the old man later fell from grace by losing
the queens ground by stupid talk, chip and drink

the gardener went to sleep and never woke
up again.

buried with his old bicycle, stripped without
a victorian cross legacy that was pinned
on old daddies breast

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