Grand-Pa's Place

The snow was sticking in the open space Clouds hung heavy over Grand-pa’s place The sands of time rings out the cheer Stamping out opulence with love and care The old house sitting on stones Could tell a better story on it’s own Four little rooms of randum line Built for necessity without modern design The old north wind came searching through Those winter days “Hard Down Cold on You” An old wood heater of generous girth Glowing red hot to win its turf Playing on my knees, a child pretending Iron-on patches to be mended Grand-ma watching in silent pride Smiles while putting her sewing aside Mixing nuts for a homemade cake Sliding in cornbread and chicken to bake What fine fares at supper we share Daddy, mother and youngins everywhere