His Final March

The Wind howls and the rain pours onto the Perspex sheeted roof The rain seems to be chasing me as if trying to find proof Proof that this day has finally arrived with no escape route in sight My life, My family, All under the heavy and bright spotlight The last few days have been tough and sometimes grim Sometimes it feels like I am drowning and unable to swim Your breath ripped away by the tide which is fueled by gods wrath How can life be so cruel, is our god we speak about a sociopath! Its then I remembered why we are all standing there in the wet! The memories are strong, good and I will never forget The world suddenly seems brighter, no escape route needed The seas are calm and gods wrath soon becomes unheeded The final march of your blessed life is today I have all been lucky to have been involved in your hysterical horseplay Stories of you playing football as a child to the one with the tractor tyre, You and your friends up the mountain pretending to be guns for hire Yes, the rain will fall today and on future days and the seas will rise But these found memories of my bampi will help me survive My last gift to you bamp, is to make sure you get to the church on time And for us all to support your wife, my nan, as she begins the steep climb Brian Strand - 'STANDARD NO 120,ANY FORM,ANY THEME,UPTO A MAX OF 20 lines' Poetry Contest