Triple Distatich-Godfearing Grandpa

Godfearing grandpa died over two decades ago, he had an adventureous spirit bolder than any explorer of long ago; and in his many voyages: from tumultuous Argentina to Canada and America...he immensely missed his faithful and beautiful blue-eyed wife Maria... and when he dreamed of that face he once caressed, tears flowed thinking of her with a man's desire, which too often he bore throughout his dire... and he could have found a companion, but he resisted that urge by opening the Bible to remind him of his refuge. That large barn, which echoed with the peasants' voices and songs, was the labor of their callous hands storing hazelnuts, chestnuts, grapes and grains to be sold in the town's market square...all that was his pride and joy; and what made those long furrows with vines so bountful? Their source was a river flowing through those well-kept farms, nourishing them with its fresh waters that at times proved to be very disastrous and fatal when its banks filled to capacity when floods occurred making him sad, but seldom he lost hope... as he glanced far, dreaming of sailing beyond the crimson horizon. Godfearing grandpa was never stouthearted, he firmly believed in Divine Mercy. Godfearing grandpa sailed from the Bay of Naples on a ship cramped with thousands of desperate immigrants, to seek fortune outside Italy after Mussolini seized power; and he didn't curse his native soil for making him leave, but kept on loving it with same ardor of his youth. " I will return to my land and my barn as empty as a shell, dreaming of stacking it with those crops ready to be gathered... I will smell the ripe apples, the juicy grapes, the yellow pears, the plump oranges with their strong scent in the crates made of oak!" He solemny shouted to the reddest sky overlooking his rosy barn.