GRANDPA’S PLACE

Where will I guide my
grandson to teach him to camp,
fish and hunt?  I can
only tell stories
of my childhood, the mountains
and why God made them.
"Where that mountain used
to be," I will tell him, "my
buddies and I built
a lean-to and slept
under it three nights. When a
storm came, we got wet.
But that mountain’s gone
with many other mountains."
I’m glad my grandpa
isn’t here.  There is
no place for his memories
to sleep and touch rain.