A Picture in my Mind...

Grandpa on the front porch
Reading from the Book
Playing with his old sword
For me he spared a look

Grandma in the kitchen
Filling the stove with wood
To cook us up a breakfast
We knew would be so good

A bear of a man called Unk
Crippled leg n all
Propped up on a table
Tellin' stories so tall

Aunt Louise just sittin there
Her head shakin side to side
Her lips were pursed but a smile
I could see, deep inside

Uncle John n Aunt Sandy's girls
Running, screaming then playing dead
The giggling gave them away
Under covers on Aunt Ruth's bed

Me n Dad went fishing
In mountains tall n stout
Looking for those oh so tasty
Native rainbow trout

Uncle Jim file in hand
Sharpening a chain
Grinning at us boys a watchin
With grandpa's grin the same

I was watchin mom watch her brothers
when they practiced with the axe
Proud n tall I stood
My uncles were Lumberjacks

All just memories now
A picture in my mind
But if I listen closely I still hear
The wind whistling through the pines