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
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