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Grandfather's
My Grandfather is the of this family
Eighty-one along in his life.
alone at the top of his mountain
Tending his gardens, no one can find him
his flowers, one at a time.
Taking a I stumble upon him.
bent and weary, crouching in pain.
And around, I notice his treasure
Beautiful gardens, his hand behind them
with flowers and blossoming vines
I say but I feel that his life is gone
I can't be but I think that I might be wrong. He's a fine, old man.
Digging and from morning till evening - I tell him he's crazy.
He says he's lazy - he must get done with his gardening.
How I think that his life is gone.
I can't be sure and I that I might be wrong. He's a fine old man.
My is the soul of this family....
Copyright 2012 Lou