Lesson in Session
Stable and stout he stood,
battered and beaten, life in wood,
Goliath to me, gnome to him,
ney, rain rolled off his brim.
Coins and smiles, he gave what he had,
grey hair, rough face, my dad's dad,
Sugar and Shep, his favorite dogs,
birds a plenty, no swine, no hogs.
Country Time and Eskimo Pie,
he'd ask me for, soon's I said, "hi."
All who passed, he'd greet polite,
taught me 'bout wrong, encouraged what's right,
gramp's lying low, below a tree,
tall it grows, reachin' toward Thee.
Alone on the bridge, above the creek,
there I stand, it's him I seek,
small in stature, he stood so tall,
that quiet little man, a friend to all.
©2006 Randolph D. Brown Jr.
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