She's got her head hanging out  of my pickup truck,
tracing the clouds with her fingers, eyes lit up.
So many wonders she saw with those eyes,
she loved being with me, I loved those times.
Sit by the roadside, share a cold drink,
drop a line in the water, no matter if we caught anything.
Hair just a blowing, laughter in the wind......
that was a long time ago, that was then.
Head hanging out of my pickup truck,
tears in the wind, she thinks life is all screwd up.
Won't answer my question, hell won't even talk,
I miss the times we had together,  handle on it all.
I can tell she is looking, sideways to see,
like she is trying to pull answers from me.
I keep telling her this is just a bump in the road,
aint nobody perfect, Lord only knows.
Wind Swept tears, yes this time mine,
I watch her walk  away.............
she turns....... smiles....
Dad , I'll be just fine.

Unanswered questions, untold truth,
so typical when dealing with fools.
Not my truck that you got in to,
no chance of daylight between him and you.
Not my truck....
Not my truck with the windows smoked up,
Nope, .........not my truck.
Heard the wreck scene  had alot of blood....
heard they also found drugs...
nope not my truck....
No tears for the fool...
now who could that be?
....Him...you.... me?......
Nope, not my truck.

Yes Spring has come to the land,
Mother Nature has shed her coat,
time to get off the couch and do what matters most. Live and have fun!
So I am out catching up on the chores and second duty, granddaughter watch,
prune here, rake there, now where has that little tike gone?
Perhapes if I give these little hands something to occupy,
why the best thing is a little water, yes that will bring a smile.
So here is the battle ground as  the scene unfolds.
She has a little pail, I have the garden hose.
Her duty, quite simple,place some water on the plants,
end result however, water on PawPaw's pants!
So only to even the score, mind you no harm intended,
was to give the little tike a squirt and the battle would have ended.
Oh no, not today! This little tink has got some guts!
Why with every squirt I give that girl, I get a pail of slosh!
So of course, being the elder here and quite mature I say,
I give that girl her monies worth and let out a real good spray!
Soon the chores are all forgotten and the plants need water no more,
end of the day I can say she may have even tied the score!
Wow how much water do these pampers hold?!

Up here on this knoll,
bitter, hurt, cold.
I see them gathered , dressed in black,
offering words of pity, a hug,
a shoulder..........
ya right! A helmet full of those tears will not bring him back!
All it would have took was a "hold up Bro, put that beer down,"
or somebody calling off buying more rounds.
This live hard, ride hard, just a bunch of crap!
Down there now, shoveling life, how cool is that?
Could have shoved that scoot in the back of the bar,
threw his *** in a truck or a car.
No we had to rock, we had to roll....
now I am up here watching ,the last part of the party, down below.
  Ah the hell with all this, I need to go down and say my good beyes,
the one I am mad at has already died!

My doors are always  open, they swing both ways.
You can come in and be welcomed, leave just the same.
There is always some food in the frig,
the cabinet is usually  stocked.
You won't find anything fancy but if you're hungry, it will hit the spot.
There are two stacks of fire wood, in case you're here when it's cold.
One is for a quick fire, the other for all night long.
Upstairs is the extra bed, clean towels too , on shelves,
extra razor in the drawer, case you need to shave yourself.
Now the beer is in the bottom drawer of the frig out in the shop,
yes there is a bottle behind the toolbox, case you needing a shot.
I really only got a few rules , most folks have heard before.
Take what you need,  leave what aint yours.
Help with the chores if you get a chance,
clean up behind yourself.
When the time comes at you again, help those that caint help themselves. Welcome.

So a journey, or a walk about, kept me off these pages, time not my closest friend.
I struggled with my task at hand,  worried that I would fail in the end.
Mercy has a gentle touch, her whispers fall on true ears,
she helped me with my new load, she brought light to my fears.
Childish laughter now crys replace,
rattling pots and things out of place.
Being a Grandparent ,with a responsibilty to uphold,
without this joy and laughter,  the burden would be a load.
I am a different poet, some may fine,
not all punctuations or phrases in line.
Take time to put away your 'P' and 'Q's,
you may fine a line or two that reflects or amuse.
Yes, life is a journey, this I have said,
wrote a book about it, on every page.
So, I am back, check up on some friends,
read what they have and see where they have been.
If you are new here and stumble on me,
I hope you enjoy what I got to read.