Grandpa’s Old Chair
Hey there, Grandpa, here I am,
Sitting here as aging man,
Just like you when we first met –
Different roads we took and yet –You before me went this way –
Saw in photos future way;
Put a darkroom in the joint,
Simple tools – this way to point.Few picked up that road to walk,
Mostly they chose just to talk;
But with Flickr, YouTube here,
Bursting sights and sounds we hear.Not just here in Gothic stone;
Not just in our cottage, home;
Not confined to city bright;
Bursting forth to world’s delight.Now it's not just clergy's craft –
Kids, grandparents, smart and daft,
Pour out words and visions here,
Blessing all both far and near.Thanks I pass along this night,
Round this candle's center light
Like those campfires out at camp,
Thanks for darkroom's first on-ramp.navigation