Old Croaker Spun Me His Long Ago Tale

A friend of mine From Different time Showed this youngster The Spirit of being kind Gentle Breath His turn-of-the-century walking cane Told me of his adventures as a sprite lad through many pain: "When the folks could afford we would travel in my father's Ford Dusting the roads between here and Maine Perhaps an overnight stay over the borders of Canada's Plain Life in the car Home on the porch Picnics and A&W root beer Sun would descend over a quiet family near But,daily routine was not always swell Battling Turmoil of our own inner Hell Brothers would fight and swear Grandma,shaking and shivering over there Ma and Pa would mediate yonder far At early dusk,these would be put back in the Jar" I listened to his story that he told Surviving the years, The Hardship, and the World's Cold His voice began to change A tone of sadness that chokes Still to entertain children who will sit Listening to an old man's tale that evokes