don't come around here no moreby
ErinMComment by CalliopeKel: This is where my Grannie lived
In this dusky damp old house
Always snappin pole beans
Or chasing some wild mouse
Most of her days were busy
Busy fixin meals
Rockin in her metal chair
Searching want ads for a deal
Poppa worked his strength away
Churning up the ground
Planting tobacco for the smokers
Who always came to town
Son and daughter have moved away
To bigger brighter things
No grandkids come to visit
Empty sits the swing
This is all there seems to be
Left of as we age
Going through the motions
Turn another page
Their youth is far behind them
Whats left is almost gone
Closing of a chapter
They sing another song
Days are coming quicker
They hold-out another night
Waiting for the sunrise
Awake at dawns first light
-Kelly Brannon
Message edited by author 2008-05-14 06:21:06. 
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