A Special Grandfather-Remembered Poem by Matt Mondschein

I yearn to return
To a place and man, I so well, remember
This special place, with greener fields
On a vivacious summer morn'
Excites all my senses

My granfathers tractor
His growling, Bergermeister brow
A special 4th of July, sunny, eighty degree day
I always recall this moment as a child
A special place, when I was young and wild

My grandfather, never, uttered a sensible sound
He never spoke the English language
He was short, stocky and toughness was his trademark
Where GOD lives
He was always around

Rang the church bells at GODS' house
Yanking a twenty foot rope
Heard through out the little town
Giving sinners a little more hope

Church picnics aren't the same
As a matter of fact, quite lame
So I make a toast
To his Holy Ghost

If it is a good heart
That gets you to heaven
My grandfather, had the most