Grandad's war hat

Grandad's war hat

The colour reminds me of bullets,
The fact that it's mine,
The fact that we still own it,
It gives me a special feeling inside.

World War Two a long time ago,
Off he went to war,
Wearing a uniform,
Bombs, guns firing and all alone.

It's as green as grass on a rainy cold day,
The badge on the front is a shiny as can be,
In the garage on the shelf,
I spy with my little eye something special to myself.