That was Yesterday ( and yesterday's gone).

My Grampa Les lived his life knowing what was needed to know, and using what he had learned through experience.  He wasn't heavily "book learned," but he was very intelligent:  He taught me so much.





                                                              There was a time
                                                               when he could tell
                                                              the difference between
                                                               a fir tree and a spruce.
                                                              He knew exactly how long
                                                               it would take to mow
                                                              the back field by hand.
                                                               He would plan which day
                                                              he'd take to sharpen
                                                               and clean his tools.
                                                              His mind was necessary
                                                               back then, but now as he
                                                              stares out the window,
                                                                I wonder if he still remembers
                                                              those days, or is it less painful
                                                               to simply forget.