Near the yellow house, our grandfather stood tall.  The king of our world. His domain reached far, from Poland to Buffalo’s American dream. A steamer vessel carried an unknown young man to his new “homeland”. And he came to stand for all things his new country had to offer him. Opportunity and a life in unity with all who met him. A patriarch strong, longevity was his mark. We owe him our lives.

We offer our lives
in tribute to the people
who would give through theirs.

© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2016

Poetic Asides April Poem-A-Day Challenge – Day #17: “Haiku”


**Every line in this poem is comprised of monoku (one line haiku). The final stanza is standard senryu.


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