Grandpa

In the hills of West Virginia, at a log house he called home, Is where grandpa spent so many years, though other places he did roam. He was a country man at heart, and seemed a man before his time. He would study books for hours, yet no mountain he can't climb. He'd been a farmer, and coal miner, and a secret service agent too. He loved his bible and his garden, never once did he seem blue. Open-minded, and religious, he had views that few could see; And even though i was a youngster, he would spend much time with me. He was old, and wise, and feeble. Saw much life before he died. When i heard that he had passed away, i just hung my head and cried.