Ol Poppin' Johnny still stands proud,
Amongst the trees in winter's shroud.
He plowed the furrows straight and deep
Upon the fields he earned his keep.
Grandpa stood behind his wheel,
Standing straight, his pride reveal.
Hail storm, wind Gramps overcame
With Poppin' Johnny elements tame.
Ol workhorse rest, your days are done.
Never more to see the sun.
Peeling paint, his engine froze
He sits alone to decompose.
Sentiments grab a Grandson's heart,
His resurrection soon to start
He'll stand him proud, upon his lawn
Again to see God's shining dawn.
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Comments: 27
Christine - Pulled the ol heartstrings did it? Me too.
Randy - Thanks!
Liz - My Grandpa was one of a kind. The smile on his face is still vivid in my mind, especially when he was around his machines, wife, children and his grandchildren. Thanks for commenting!
Rich, palpable sense of nostalgia and toil, you turned your grandfather into a blue collar hero. Vivid and beautiful tribute!
Shannon - A city boy with a farmer's heart...
Heather - Thanks!
Beautiful!