      Over on his cheek and strikes a pose. An' all us kids jes laugh and play, When we see ol' pa actin' up that way.  Gonna go down to the fishfn' hole. And, afore he knows, we all join in, 'Cause we can't resist ol' Grandpa's grin.  Lest ya say, "Supper," then he hears real quick! And, I heard him say, "Ma, I can't see that hole, "Will ya please string up my fishin'pole?" In the very highest branch of the ol' elm tree. He sits in a chair, watchin' me go by. Once, l thought l saw a tear in his eye. Not a better guy for a kid to know. He's always doin' somethin' and lets me tag along. I bet he taught me upwards to a hunert songs. Wonder if I'll fill'em. That'd be some news! I think he'd come out laffin' or smilin' just so. Silly ol' Grandpa, I love you, you know.  Under His Wings        |