The Head's

The Head's A narrative poem Lionel Derbyshire My grandpa is like the mountain I strive to scribe. Around a Indian ocean Of her flat mountain Twains a head and peak Of lion and devil Left and right. Heft steady her burden. It weighs rhino strong Like my grandpa Rhino The handle of Grandma It wears a overall of green flora There serene the mountain sits Since Methuselah And watched the many refusal On how the ship's began to sink. This the Cape ocean link A sweeping place where Rock and cloud meet On her mountain flat Labelled Table Mountain. Growing up waves we always made .. "Out my way Flatheads! lay flat" Grandpa scowls And rhino bump us Out his way "Bless you .. bandit's" The head whispers afterwards Grandma would shake her head To relief he did not drop us From the mountain top. Grandpa our lionhead A headstrong patriarch Was a devil .. When you gambled him. He neverminded Anyone's business And like the mountain Still he sat .. Watching ship's Seeking refuge in and out. He loved us with duty And never abbreviated this. We, his little blazer's. A bridge to him we be. On many times Rhino would bark "O life taste great !" To a roar with pride The times when Grandma brought him chow This claim she knew Was his love for her Right a top A beautiful mountain Her heaven on earth.