Thursday, March 14, 2013

A Boy And His Grandpa

                                                       A boy and his grandpa
                                                       Out to conquer the world
                                                       Traveling this way and that
                                                       Like falling leaves that swirl

                                                       The boy listened so close
                                                       He hung on every word
                                                       Grandpa was always right
                                                       So many things he heard

                                                       Come I'll show you son
                                                       The things that I have done
                                                       Always hold your head high
                                                       Nothing in life do you shun

                                                       Never forget where you came
                                                       No matter where you go
                                                       You're smart as a whip son
                                                        More so than you know

                                                       Now let's go fishing a while
                                                       Don't forget your pole
                                                       I'll show you a trick or two
                                                       At that old fishing hole

                                                       Awe, look at that garden
                                                       Those taters sure did grow
                                                       You did a fine job son
                                                       None missing in either row

                                                       How about some supper
                                                       It'll be dark real soon
                                                       I've been looking forward
                                                       To catching that big coon

                                                       Feed your dogs good son
                                                       It's time to hit the trail
                                                       Don't forget your lantern
                                                       That coon's waited quite a spell

                                                       Awe, listen to the dogs now
                                                       They've picked up his scent
                                                       Tonight's the very night
                                                       That old coon is well spent

                                                       Shine your light high son
                                                       Up in that big oak tree
                                                       Can you see his eyes
                                                       He's waiting so patiently

                                                       We've finally got us a coon
                                                       And he's a fine one too
                                                       But we better get a move on
                                                       The time sure has grew

                                                       We need to head on home now
                                                       Time to hit the old tic
                                                       Your mama will have my hide
                                                       Where's my walking stick

                                                       Well, I do declare
                                                       For once I left it behind
                                                       Let's gather up the dogs
                                                       That coon's still on their mind

                                                       The fishing hole is still there
                                                       The lantern hangs on a nail
                                                       Grandpa is now gone
                                                       So many memories to dwell

                                                        A boy and his grandpa
                                                        Like two peas in a pod
                                                        They shared a special bond
                                                        Always together they trod


  1. Just precious Susie.
    TTFN ~

  2. Just precious Susie.
    TTFN ~

  3. How I wish my son would have known his Grandpa. He passed away right before my son was born. He was such a special man, and in many ways my son reminds me of him. Thank you for the lovely poem today, Suzy. It was such a heartwarming one.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

    1. Thank you Sheri.. I'm so sorry he didn't get to know him and spend time with him.

  4. There's something special about a grandpa and his grandson.

    1. It sure is Janet.. I wrote this one with my Dad and son in mind. They were two peas in a pod. Always together..Thank you.

  5. This was so beautiful, Susie... it reminded me of both my grandpas, whom I loved very much.

  6. Very moving poem, Susie. My daddy was a coon hunter. Do you have a poem about a grandmother and granddaughter?

    1. Thank you Charlotte.. No I don't have one as of now.

  7. Very sweet poem, Susie. The bond between a grandfather and a grandson is a special one.

  8. What a great poem, Susie! Somehow I think there was once a little girl who went a lot with her grandfather. :)

    1. Thank you.. I wrote this one with my son and his grandpa in mind.. They were very close.

    2. Thank you I wrote this with my son and his grandpa in mind.. They were very close.

  9. My sons met my dad, but my daughter never did. He passed away the year before she was born. She always regrets not knowing him.
    Your poem brought back such tender moments of my boys with my dad.

  10. Hi Susie. This is so tender.
    I hope you are having a good Saturday.

    1. Awww, thank you so much.. We had a wonderful weekend with plenty of warm spring weather..Hope your weekend was special.

  11. My grandkids are close to some of the g.parents...but we are losing some of our g.parents in my daughter's families. Sad. xoxo,Susie

    1. that's sad Susie.. I lost all of mine as well and my son has too..