HIS LOVE
Sitting on a Porch
With widdle in hand
Animal like head would appear
Then Grampa would spit a chew
I'd run home
Hurrying past the General Store
As Grandpa would be waiting
To show me his finished widdle
He hands me my Birthday Present
My first knife --
And a wad of chew
Sweet memories of his years.
-- James W. Collins Copyright 2000
by James W. Collins