Papa
Papa showed me a photo
Of himself
In a white uniform
He was marching
With his gun
And other men
And I began
To imagine
Papa in the front yard
With his gun
That has a sword on it
That he had when he was a marine
He shoots the gun
BANG!
O no! Here comes Minnie,
My grandma,
And she is mad at Papa
“Run!” he yells to me
And I run so fast
My shoe almost falls off
I run all the way
To the back yard
After Minnie is gone
I run back
And he shoots away at a target
And we didn’t get in trouble
Again.
