Grandfather Walk Poems

As a child, 
I loved to watch Grandpa build. 
His basement workshop, 
was filled with tools. 
Tools hanging on every wall, 
wood neatly stacked in...

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I remember when Grandpa used me everyday,                  ...

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grandparent's farmland
passed down through generations
apple peach trees grow

overgrown pathways
barb wire fence contains thorned bush
wild berries florish...

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"Yea thou I though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil; for though thou art with me;...

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Looks like my grandfather's father 
over round brown with the second Grand 
my visits tan round my hair receeds
Like his sounding wave
I breathe nostrils serenade...

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A sylvan wood unveils its majesty
and I am awed by the 
magical specters that abound here.
I stroll silently through ancient
wooden sentinels who’ve stood guard here,
for...

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Skirting church on Puig de Missa,
then down the slope towards the river,
St Eularia's Rui, with path that winds on to the sea.
Past the smelly goats,...

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My Grandad was a wanderer, especially on a day like today,
"Wrap up warm, let's go for a walk", is what, he used to say.
Cold and...

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Even though
It was so long ago
It still holds the place in my heart
The one I reserved for special moments
with him 
The times before his health
got...

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This old wood bench feels splintered
as does the old gentleman beside me.
Strong enough to hold us both however
in our conversation as afternoon fades.
Cannot turn away...

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