Above the barn the moon hovers
Laying its gently shimmer upon the land
He rose from the comfort of the bed
And pulled on his boots with a grumble
His heavy steps trod on a path
Walked hundreds of mornings prior
Down to where the lives lie
To give life and love away
The sweetness of hay covered
So slightly in morning dew
Arises into the nose of the beholder
And emits a drop of simplicity
The rising sun snuffs the moon's glow
Giving rise to a new day
Allowing the blind to see
That the man had love unlimited
Across the trail, among the fields
Sat the many soy beans tall
Expressing the drive of the farmer
Reaching towards the sky so blue
About my Grandpa.