Daily Poem - about a shoe
Above the door of my grandpa’s barn
On the faded boards, all cracked and worn,
Hangs an old horseshoe.
He nailed it there to bring good luck
When he found it in his pickup truck.
He was twenty-two.
That young man might have left the farm,
But on the very day he found that charm
His dad got hurt.
So he milked the cows and he cut the hay.
The years went by, and he had to stay
To plow the dirt.
Grandpa found his love at an autumn dance.
She was dressed in blue; he was in a trance
At the sight of Ann.
They got married on a Wednesday morn,
And after a while, the twins were born.
That was not their plan.
The years that passed were often hard.
They buried his dad in the old graveyard
Beside his wife.
Even though their lives were rough
Overall, they had enough.
Not all was strife.
Their house was filled with love and song,
The two children grew tall and strong -
Grandpa thought, oftentimes, about
The day he pulled that horseshoe out
Of the pickup bed.
He smiled at the horse who lost that shoe
Because, in his heart, Grandpa knew
That the life he led and its sweet accord
Were the blessed gifts of his loving Lord.