a withered old barn
old building, some may say
knowing the love it once held
Pa would visit at the break of day.
his chores of feeding
prayers there, I feel he did pray
his children were all home
after they had gone away.
the footprints he left
they have had a bearing on my life
precious Saint of God
away envy and strife.
a footprint made to that old barn
that dear old Grandpa of mine
left heartprints upon my soul
linger in my memory of one so kind.
a joy to tag along
be near him as he shelled the corn
he taught me to do the same
those hands that were cracked and worn.
childhood memories of that old barn
corn shed when it became empty turned into
playhouse of little dolls and tea set
next season of corn filled it anew.
the love he had for the barnyard animals
sure the pigs were all well fed
to the chickens, cows and horses
his blanket of care was always spread.
that I loved so dear
frail and could no longer stay
footprints no more to be
the angels came and carried him away.
barnyard once filled with cheerful sound
empty with the gate standing ajar
seems too soon, Pa has taken
flight to that heavenly land afar.
had taken its toll on that old barn
it became tattered, run down and worn
stands there no more
memories of land left forlorn.
sleep on Grandpa
from all your laboring years
feel we'll meet again
a land of joy without tears.
footprints will be with Jesus
we walk upon the street of pure gold
home will be a mansion
longer will we miss the precious days of old.
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loving memory of my Grandfather
Addington ~ 93 years