Sitting on a Porch
With widdle in hand
Animal like head would appear
Then Grampa would spit a chew

I'd run home
Hurrying past the General Store
As Grandpa would be waiting
To show me his finished widdle

He hands me my Birthday Present
My first knife --
And a wad of chew
Sweet memories of his years.

-- James W. Collins

Copyright 2000
by James W. Collins

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