My father walked the picket line.

[Randomthought]

My attempt at poetry:

My mother sewed dresses and blouses.
My father walked the picket line.
My grandmother sniffed in destain.
My father walked the picket line.
My aunts nagged and annoyed.
My father walked the picket line.
My uncles yelled and threatened.
My father walked the picket line.
My brother ranted and whined.
My father walked the picket line.
I cried and tried to stand.
As my father walked the picket line.

[wyn borkins]

1. If You Would Permit OR Delete As You See Fit

Mom sewed blouses, dresses, and shirts
Grandma looked on with love and smiled

Dad worked then walked the picket line
A few aunts nagged and annoyed him so

Dad worked then walked the picket line
Both uncles yelled and threatened him

Dad worked then walked the picket line
My two older brothers ranted and whined

Dad worked then walked the picket line
I cried and tried to stand with him as

Dad worked then walked the picket line
Dad worked and I will love him forever

[Randomthought]

2. Families

Your experiences are welcome.
And I will love my dad forever

[delisen]

3. Thank you. nt