My Great Grandfather

From: Aimee Moore (karl.smith@86.btopenworld.com)
Story type: Ghost
Location: holden cresent
Source: Form Submission

I was about three years old and because i had to have a wash and brush my teeth down stairs in front of my mom. One day i came running down and i said to my mom the sand of the desert. my mom said you what? and i replyed the sands of the desert. my mom turned around and said a poem. it goes like this

"The sands of the desert are bloody red,
Red with the brick,
The square that broke,
The gatlins gone,
And the captains dead,
The school boys rally the rakes play up and play the blood game"

I tunred around and said thats it. mom said who told you that. i said the man in my bedroom last night and i went off. it just so happens that my Great Grandad used to say that poem to my mom before i was born. my grandad die 1 month before i was born. he was rasics and with me being half cast it just goes to show even the most rasics people change when a coloured person enters the family. Grandad r.i.p