Granpa MAG

By Unknown, Unknown, Unknown

   Granpa sits at the window

a frown on his sun-browned face

he watches the snow fall from the

gray white skies

Granpa thinks of loggin' down

at the wood pile full of snakes

liftin' the logs, cutting, splitting

for warmth in the winter

Granpa thinks of his garden

turning the soil after spring thaw

planting the seeds and watching

carrots, turnips, and peas grow

in his wooden chair

Granpa sighs and leans back

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