grand papa and mable irene

Grand papa and Mable Irene A Poem by debileah

My grand papa came all the way from Paris, France.

For his bride to be, Mable Irene.

To America, the land of the free

and the home of the brave.

I wonder, along his journey of places he'd been

of the things he has seen.

My grand papa he traveled across the ocean vast.

To our humble shore at last

I wonder did he ever look back?

Did he ride the train on the railroad track?

Did he travel on foot, or did he ride a horse?

I ponder these things of course.

My grand papa must have been quite a fellow.

For he was a farmer and loved the meadow.

For he built his castle there.

With Mable Irene, and her golden hair.

My grand papa came all the way from Paris France.

For to marry his lifetime romance.

 

 

Reviews

[Helena]

Wow, quite an interesting story you painted! Don't you just love to ponder
how our ancestors lived way back then!? Sounds like Grand Papa and Mable Irene
had a wonderful life! Thank you for submitting this great piece to my contest. ~ Helena