… Tales are the stories of old,
Some are exaggerated or bold.
Yarns are oft passed down from father to son,
There are strains, never just one.
… As a child I heard of strange odes,
I heard miners speak of the “MOTHER LOAD”.
Grandpa spealed at length of his hunting chase,
Many strange pursuit he faced.
… Grandma talked softly in hushed tones,
She spoke of legends etched in stone.
I was told of traits passed down,
Family history was very profound.
… Now, I reflect on those tales of old,
In my mind they never run cold.
I remember always the past,
Cherished memories that will forever last!! …