Grandfather Poem

Poem About A Lesson Taught By Grandpa

A grandfather teaches his grandchild a lesson by the way he plows a field. Grandpa always plows in a straight line. He does not go around rocks but removes them, so that grandpa's path always remains straight.

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Grandpa's Plow


Published: February 2006

When Grandpa put his hands to the plow he walked a country mile,
Sometimes I ran alongside or sat under a shade tree to watch,
I would listen to Grandpa's words about life he told with a smile,
To plow a straight furrow, focus up ahead and there you watch.

He never looked behind while the plow was still in the ground,
And when plowing the same furrow he'd plow it a little deeper,
Removing all rocks in his path he taught me not to plow around.

Grandpa died, I grew up and the farm was finally sold,
The lessons Grandpa taught me were not just how to plow,
But truth on how to live life if I used what I was told,
Although learned many years ago truth is always for the now.

If you ever hope to make your mark you must look straight ahead,
And refuse to be detoured by the many distractions in life,
Don't look back to see where you were, but always look ahead.


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