Grandad

Looking back from the creek bed
Rolling down the hillside
Like bailing hay
You turn the earth into your sartor

New clip for the old tie
Sepia Sunday
Grandfather drew faces on the acorns

And he said
And I said

Looking back from the creek bed
Rolling down the hillside
Like bailing hay
You turn the earth into your sartor

New clip for the old tie
Sepia Sunday
Grandfather drew faces on the acorns

And he said
Dress in your Sundays best
And now he rests
And now he rests

I’m proof that he lives