Found Poetry 704

8/6/21

he taught me how to turn a bowl on a lathe and respect the spin
I never used that wisdom, but have used his others since

grandfather held onto the bucket near the holding pond
rusty and barely holding on
in wonder of the beyond

my brother and I would toss in the plucked heads of flowers
schools of young fish would eagerly devour
we played with what we thought were dirt clods and observed
a net doesn't prevent holes
nor keep out all curious and hungry birds
and grandfather can get old

we all get called back home

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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