I remember him just as he was
…..Always in his garden
I would sometimes help him pick tomatoes and carrots simply for the enjoyment of spending time with him
His hat was dingy….. stainded with years of corn and cotton fields
His overalls, bleached with the decades of experience
And I enjoyed hearing their songs as I trotted behind my gradfather in his garden
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