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Hollefine: A poem about Grandpa in the book "The Red Pony" by John Steinbeck. Please tell me if you like -or hate- it!
Pawn
He came and told tales of old
About his life long ago,
Of Indians,
And crossing the plains,
He was the leader of the people.
They looked up to him
To see what was right,
But he was just a pawn
In the chess game of life.
With the wagons in a circle,
He led the battle
With an old powder horn,
And a cap and ball pistol
He shot those Indians,
Until they were gone.
But he was just a pawn
In the chess game of life.
Yes he was the leader,
True and brave and strong
But if he hadn't been there,
There would have been
Someone else,
Because he was
A pawn in the chess game of life.