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