- Grandad's Hands
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- Grandad's hands were hewn
- twisting broncs for hire.
- Callused, and notched
- they were tools to inspire.
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- I remember those hands
- telling tales round a fire
- or while cooking up
- his special chicken fryer.
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- In his kitchen where we
heard
- what cowboys desire
- those hands could hold mine
- like a strand of barb wire.
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- Gentle and with purpose
- like truth to a liar.
- Those hands of a man
- who never did tire
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- of telling us how cowboys never
retire
- as long as there's one more log
for the fire.
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