It was cool,almost rainy,
I was getting off the bus,
My brother had his bike.
As we were heading up the road,
I saw it.
Big and mean,
Brown with the most fierce looking ring in his nose,
Glowering at me,
I froze with fear at the sight of the bull.
My brother screamed for me to move,
He had always been taught to wait for me,
The screams made me even more upset,
Soon I was in tears.
I didn't move so my brother left, pedaling up to the house,
I just stood there, terrified.
A car drove by, the driver eyed me strangely,
But I didn't care.
I guess my brother told you,
Because you came in a flash
To rescue me from that evil monster.
You came and carried me home.
Even though the bull was on one side of the fence
And I on the other,
You became my hero that day,
And you still are.
And I wish I could've gone sooner,
To see you one last time,
Or called you, just to say good-bye.
It's been years since that incident,
And three weeks since your death,
And I like to think that you, my hero, are still watching over me,
Just as you did then,
And for that, Grandpa, I'll always love you.
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