Grandpa, Ole Buddy and Me

Time moved much slower back then

Me and grandpa made sure of that

There was always plenty of time for a nap

When summer turned up the thermostat

The leaves rustling in the warm breeze

Laying in the shade of that old oak tree

We spent many a warm summer afternoon

Resting up for the next fishing spree

Chomping at the bits we could hardly wait

To dig those worms and grab that pole

The best memories were surely made

Sitting on the bank of that old fishing hole

Grandpa would use his old hat for a fan

All the while, telling his stories and tales

He taught me a lot about life in general

While fishing and walking down those pig trails

Awe, our ole dog Buddy, I’ll never forget

Every now and then he’d breakaway

On most days, he wore himself plum out

Oh how he loved to run and play

Running through those thickets and brairs

He’d chase those rabbits all day long

Then he’d come and lay down beside us

Those rabbits knew how to string him along

So many things to do and places to be

And we never missed an opportunity

To explore the world and lay in the shade

Grandpa, Ole Buddy and me

© Susie Swanson 2016

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