SWEEPIN' THE FOG AWAY
Grandpa had shell shock
From World War One
Yet his heart was
The size of London
He did a little soft shoe
Like a raggedy rogue
One last time made
Pistons of his brogues
A gentle wind
Could shake up
Your world
When dandelions
Turn to grey
Just think of Grandpa
Sweeping the fog away
He gave me a model
Of Buckingham Palace
Cardboard guardsmen
Assembled in a row
He was undaunted
With an"about face"
Dandelion regiments
Lost their yellow
I was just a child
Dandling on his knees
As dandelion paratroopers
Floated on the breeze
I didn't get to see him
Those days were too grey
Grandpa said "Here's the broom
Go Sweep the fog away."
© 1996 Stefan des Lauriers