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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Cario, illinois Not a heros row Stood a linky tall black tree. Grandfather?? Farther my eyes, rise My father's father First and last time I saw him Tall black, he had a long back Liken an african darker than a "sudanese" Darker than real dark chocolate. Did I mention he was so tall soul tall My first and only meeting of him The year "1974" We crossed the river from Missouri to Cairo, Illinois Mercy, me he was a tall tree Ernest Lee My father's cousin Introduced us guess my father hasn't seen his father for decades Family secrets I know not why My father's cousin said this is your grandson speak to him This tall tree darker, blacker than me Tall dark and quiet quiet It was the bright of day, but his stature was like midnight. He had a shovel in his hand ? dark man Reach this skinny arm, hand in his pocket and pulled out a coin It was a quarter Twenty five cents And though this man my grandfather Who am I never never, ever saw again This not a sad story, (guess though should have kept the quarter) This is not a negative story I have no answers, middle risk of developing questions solely WHY??? Who is this man Soul, so tall body so tall arms, torso so tall How can this be I see This tall tall tall black tree This was my Grandfather Ernest Lee you may be wondering why my first only and last meeting of my grandfather Why? were we at a cemetery You see this first and only meeting, greeting my grandfather And why was he holding a shovel? My grandfather was a grave digger I saw him alive on top of the earth Shovel , in hand as he was digging through dirt dirt And though this be Minute first and only meet a greet I stood before this tall black tree My grandfather grave digger ERNEST LEE 8/9/26 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
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