Up Ahead
I'll climb the old oak
to look up ahead,
to see where he went,
the land of the dead
I'm hopin' to hear
him whistle to me,
call out my name-
"Jamesy over here"
it's been a long time
since I rode on his shoulders,
held on to his ears
as we walked around boulders
he'll have me shake hands
with all of his friends, hug
Grandpa and Grandma,
.... I miss them too
but mostly my Dad
I'll be glad to see,
he loved me a lot
"with him I'll be free"
Copyright © James Marshall Goff | Year Posted 2009
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