Notes About The Poem
This is a true story about a happening in my father's teens..It is written as he told it to me..It is about his father my grandfather..

My grandfather farmed and reared 8 boys and 3 girls..He always rented a farm and grew cash crops..When all his sons got grown, he came to the cotton mill and got a job..He had to have been in his late fifties..He worked until he was 74 years old and he had a major heart attack..He lived ten more years but in ill health..

I looked up grandad, grandaddy..It can be spelled grandad or granddad or granddaddy or grandad...

Distance Has Its Charm

Long ago when grandaddy lived
Upon a tenant farm
Their closest neighbor lived a mile
Distance held its warm charm

After settling spell, work began
Each day held many chores
For children, teens, and their mom, dad
Many of them outdoors 

One day nearest neighbor came by
He'd heard family arrived
Now lived in Madden old farm house
The farm they would revive

This neighbor's visits were frequent
He came tools to borrow
First one tool then another mooched
Not return tomorrow

Each time grandaddy would send son
Country mile to collect
Tools neighbor took didn't return
Return grans did expect

Once neighbor came to borrow saw
Of course didn't return
In few days grandad needed it
Ask sons in voice stern,

"Where is the saw?" Sons gave reply,
"Nearest neighbor borrowed."
Grandaddy said, "Sons do your chores".
Sad pill grandad swallowed

As he walked shorter wooded path
To the neighbor's homeplace
He did get angerier each step
Anger seemed to set pace


When he got there he asked neighbor,
"Why don't you bring tools back?".
Moocher answered, "Its too far to walk
A mile there to giveback".

Well if one thought grandaddy angry
On the far way over
One ought to have seen his high steps
When he came back aquiver

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Horne Avatar
August 4, 2012 at 12:22 PM
LOL, love this story, Sara
Collins Avatar
August 4, 2012 at 8:38 AM
Sensational! Thanks for education on grandaddy. Every time I use granddaughter, I am kerflumped. Now I see anything goes. love, Kathy
Dietrich Avatar
August 2, 2012 at 10:38 PM
oh, so this is NOT that sad story you told me. I see you finished this one. Good entry for the funny contest, my friend!
Dietrich Avatar
August 2, 2012 at 3:54 PM
sara, is this that story you told me how he died from going after the saw?? if so, I think you should show it!! but maybe this was a different story?
Onclaud Avatar
August 2, 2012 at 12:42 PM
you set the mood and tone in your first stanza, sara, leaving me wanting more... great story teller you are... will lok forward to the next installment.... beautiful vignette of country life!..:) huggs
Culverhouse Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 5:22 PM
uh-oh not a good day when dad has to get his tools back
Dietrich Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 4:54 PM
yes, the title of this poem is so true. A nice farming scene presented.
Anish Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 3:07 PM
Good start - you should develop it into a picture of rural life. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Tams The Golden Girl Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 11:27 AM
Nice write sara and many thanks xx
Andresen Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 11:07 AM
A happy family....long ano - enjoy your poem Sara - well done! - oxox love Anne-Lise
Squyres Avatar
August 1, 2012 at 9:22 AM
Great start...enjoy story poems !!
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