Dedicated to my Grandfather

Dedicated to my Grandfather​

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Thu the fog and past rain's mist​

Your foot step's still linger​

and the shadow of lighting your cigar in the distance​

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Your hat shadowed your face​

as you walked on your way​

Your footsteps left an imprint here​

In more way's then i can say​

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That laugh in the wind​

still can be heard if you listen​

and the image of your tractor​

Harvesting while reminiscing.​

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Standing and hearing that plow in the distance​

Star's in the air, of a clear night​

Animal's wondering with resistance.​

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The smell of freshly cut hay ​

and over turned ground​

over take's all my seances​

The smell of earth all around.​

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This farm has been here for more year's then we know​

Can't it stay here, for more Generation's to grow?​

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Why do thing's have to change?​

As i find myself sitting in a vacant lot​

with what use to be a house,​

and a barn that would never rot​

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The picture has changed​

the landscape totally remodeled​

what i use to think of my past​

was plowed over and unraveled​

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Just dirt and soil remain​

a left over hole in the ground ​

from a foundation without a name​

and empty field's of weed's​

put my pap's farm to shame.​

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No matter how it is today​

I still have my dreams​

where my Pap is still here​

Lighting his cigar in the breeze​

 

where is everyone? hehe

 

I'm here.
I enjoy reading your work, I just don't comment on every piece.
Keep up the good work.

 

thanks