True Grit
He
like a drink
did granpa
Shreeve
Sergeant stripes
still on his
sleeve-
Victorian born
buckled belt
boots,trousers
braced
strong
silent,twirled
of moustache
rigid
upright
no ceremony-
faded
sepia grey
in
memory
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