GRANNY’S SONG
When I was a young girl, my granny held me on her knee
She used to tell me stories about our great country
Stories about the riggin’ men and the cowboys true
About the winters so cold, turn your fingers blue
She taught me right from wrong, to be good to everyone
And to never leave a chore alone, until it has been done
Sometimes I could ride a horse, or go in a pickup truck
I thought that nobody else had ever had such luck
She would sing of the river red, and how she would long
For the range, and her man, my granddaddy, who was so strong
I would come from the city, filled with dirt and smog
Just to hear her sing, ride a swing, and play with the dog
Her love for me was so great, I could never pay her back
I did what I could for her, her hay I would help stack
So one day I asked a favour, to write the words to her song
To make sure that the old stories would be sure to live on
I wanted to make her proud, so she would know that one day there
I would go into the country, and sit upon a chair
I would take my child, and put her on my knee
And tell the same sweet stories, that my granny had told me
The stories will never die, they will go on and on
The memories are made fresh, they come alive in this song
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Yes Dorothy they do come alive in this song.
Because the song always remembers when. I have written tributes about Patsy Montana, and Brigadier General Francis Marion, and the legacy they have left this country is immortalized in my tributes. Poetry is just a song without music, but it sings just the same. My Grandma Dolly told me many stories about women pioneers and how they left an imprint on our great land. You have written a mountain of wisdom in these few lines, and I can identify with this. Thank you for sharing. Oh I am sorry. Who was Brigadier General Francis Marion? He was known as the Swamp Fox during the American Revolution. The father of special forces tactics I am told.
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
"With confidence and forbearance, we will have the strength to move forward."
Love & hugs,
Barbara
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
Wonderful
That was very touching. The poem reminds me of my grandmothers and how special they were to me. They were the only ones knew and accepted the real me. Thank you for the wonderful verse.
Hilltopper