Grandads Flowers

There were rows and rows of the bright pink rose
It filled up my senses and tickled my nose

From the roof of his house hung a honeysuckle vine
Strung up out back by the old clothesline

There wasn’t anything my grandad didn’t know
About drying out seeds and getting them to grow

When you saw the sea of flowers it was if they would say’
Stop for a moment and then your day
will be a little better for coming this way

There was a look of contentment on grandad’s face
When he sat for a spell and looked around at his place

As I sat and watched him dressed in a plaid shirt with suspenders
In my heart for him, he would have no contenders

He chewed Beechnut tobacco I remember the smell
I can close my eyes I remember him well

None of these things are what makes a good man
But as a small child, I was his biggest fan

Even today when I see a beautiful array
Of flowers on display
I will remember what grandad would say

Always remember there is power
in the beauty of a flower