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