What My Grandfather Told Me MAG

By Jonny O., Tucson, AZ

He said his heart was made of grain
His woes were cinder dust
That washed away with the rain
He said the farm was built with pain
The harvest sewn with seeds of trust
He said his heart was made of grain
He said his life died as it came
Withered from love and lust
That washed away with the rain
He said the trees knew no shame
Through the seasons and autumn rust
He said his heart was made of grain
He said the mules sought no gain
When they plowed through heat that just
Washed away with the rain
And as he looked out the window pane
His last words came, his eyelids touched
He said his heart was made of grain
That washed away with the rain.





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i love this so much!


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