Grandfathers hands could <br />Tell the storys thats passed <br />The lighthouse as he'd <br />Watch the waves crash <br />Against the rocky shore <br />Many nights before <br />The searchlight rotated about as his shadow casted <br />Upon the moons light <br />Casting their own footprints <br />Against the dreams he seldomly kept to himself <br />Grandfathers hands could lull <br />The oceans that roared only <br />To be heard by the ears that <br />Would listen for hours <br />As he'd look up at the stars <br />And weave together the different constallations <br />As he saw fit<br /><br />Kewayne Wadley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandfathers-hands/
