Grandma came here when she was twelve years old, Grampa's folks came on Pilgrim boats. The Stories he told at suppertime... We all grew up on Grampa's lines He Was Yankee by name, Yankee by birth___ We're all the same on God's green earth Be fair to the land, kind to the birds___ We all grew up on Grampa's words. He said, "Never call another man a fool, Fools always speak for themselves. The Lord has given everyone the tools for their lives, Don't keep'em sittin' on the shelf.' on the living room wall was Honest Abe's face, An old photograph by Brady, I guess. He had the same name and some of the blood; He sure had the heart and his life was blessed. He Was Yankee by name, Yankee by birth, With arms like beams in the Old Ship Church; Chestnut eyes and hair like birch, We all come back to Grampa's words. He said, "Never call another man a fool, Fools always speak for themselves. The Lord has given everyone the tools for their lives, Don't keep'em sittin' on the shelf.' He said, "Never think you're better than the rest, Every life is rich in God's own wealth. Never call another man a fool, Fools always speak for themselves". Grandma came here when she was twelve years old; Grampa's folks came on Pilgrim boats.
Written by: John Lincoln Wright
Submitted on: June 20, 2020
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