A little boy, bare foot with britches rolled to his knee:
A reflection of yesterday for all to see.
\He stands in the water with fishing pole in hand
,Looking so much like another fine man.
\The great grandfather he will never know,
Yet, his grandfather's reflection in him will grow.
\Another era gone far away...
Yet, through him, papa's reflections will stay.
by Alla Mae Swaim
A reflection of yesterday for all to see.
\He stands in the water with fishing pole in hand
,Looking so much like another fine man.
\The great grandfather he will never know,
Yet, his grandfather's reflection in him will grow.
\Another era gone far away...
Yet, through him, papa's reflections will stay.
by Alla Mae Swaim
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