I ONCE WAS A GRANDCHILD TOO


Yes, believe it or not, young ones
I was a grandchild too
We sat and I listened
To stories of fishing places he'd been
New Brunswick and Nova Scotia
Rang to his glee at a great catch
Perhaps the whisper
Of fresh fish on an open fire
Yes, dreams were made of these
Oh, yes, I dreamed good dreams
He took me there..........
I am and was full of stories
Not one of them a lie
Of gold, bear, deer, moose
The forest deep
In summer heat
In the winter cold
Yes, believe it or not, young ones
Iwas a grandchild
I am and was a man
Who tried to be a father
With no sense of the job
Instilled in me from any before me
Not good excuses, just me
As it was and I was too
I missed the dreams I might have had
Should another grandfather to be
Had lived
But it was not meant to be
And as I sit and remember stories I have
Alone
Well, so be it, my tales are on the wind
Yes, I was a grandchild once.

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