Colin Coplin

Rookie - 4 Points (Australia)

My Grandfather's Hands - Poem by Colin Coplin

My grandfather’s hands tell a story
That few today could understand
Each knot a memory, each cut a step forward
That made me what I am

My grandfather’s hands worked the fields
That grew the food that fed the common man
Each day beneath the sun a lash, ten drops of sweat a dollar
That made me what I am

My grandfathers hands, my grandfathers hands
They turned the wheels that made me what I am

My grandfather’s hands I remember them
They were strong, they were gentle
They held me up and placed me on a mantle
On his shoulders I could see the future
My grandfathers hands were gifts we forget to treasure

My grandfathers hands, my grandfathers hands
They turned the wheels that made me what I am

My grandfather’s hands tell a story
That few today could understand
Each knot a memory, each cut a step forward
That made me what I am

Copyright Colin Coplin 2010/2011


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, March 24, 2011



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