The Legendary Life of Bullet Bill
by Billy Joe Mills • May 28th, 2009 at 10:52 pm • 1 comment
The blessed crowd retells his stories
But without the same grin and flare
The Marines born decades after him
Play trumpet taps for my grandfather
As his bride cries and leaves roses
For the man who made her laugh
It is rare to see my father cry
But my eyes are never my own
On grave days
Comment by Pam on 12 June 2009 at 7:32 pm:
My compliments to a most moving and eloquent poem from the daughter of a superb poet.