Grandpa lived in the kind of world <br />Filled with country farms and such <br />Old rail fences circled the fields <br />A world with a rustic touch <br /> <br />Grandpa’s world was hard work <br />For that’s all he ever knew <br />I loved to spend time at his side <br />Under country skies of blue <br /> <br />The old windmill towering high <br />With pieces broken here and there <br />It just kept going day after day <br />It didn’t really seem to care <br /> <br />Grandpa and that old windmill <br />Were so much alike to me <br />They did the very best they could <br />Like that tired old sycamore tree <br /> <br />A world that was far from easy <br />But I don’t think grandpa cared <br />Oh, those stories he’d tell to me <br />That he did so love to share <br /> <br />Grandpa’s world had so much charm <br />The best world he could know <br />I miss him and his windmill <br />And I treasure my memories so!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandpa-s-world/
