Grandfathers hands could
Tell the storys thats passed
The lighthouse as he'd
Watch the waves crash
Against the rocky shore
Many nights before
The searchlight rotated about as his shadow casted
Upon the moons light
Casting their own footprints
Against the dreams he seldomly kept to himself
Grandfathers hands could lull
The oceans that roared only
To be heard by the ears that
Would listen for hours
As he'd look up at the stars
And weave together the different constallations
As he saw fit
Kewayne Wadley
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/grandfathers-hands/
