Saturday, February 11, 2006

Memories of the ol' wood shed

Grandpa loved his ol' wood shed
And, spent many a day there.
He worked on that ol' tractor
And, whistled without a care.

He smelled of hay and pipe tobacco
And, I loved to be by his side.
He said if I fed all of the horses
He would take me for a ride.

Grandpa worked hard in his day
Loved his family and that shed
When I would visit in the summer
His stories would fill up my head!

Such memories of the ol' wood shed
Tucked back out of the way
Where Grandpa made me feel special
I remember it like yesterday.

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