Grandpa 

This life has not been kind to him, this old man 
that was my best friend friend. 
These hard years had taken their toll on him, and 
now  his life had come to a end. 

But now I go to memories of 
the good days of long ago. 
He would  talk to us children on the days  
Of winter's heavy snow. 

His braids had lost their luster, and his feet 
he said was always cold. 
His hand were wrinkled , his eyes  were weak. 
It was hard for me to see him grow so old. 

I`d tell him  things thats around him, 
How our times are happening so fast these days
How other children  think I am so odd
Because some days I dont come out  to play
 

I am glad my grandpa never saw
The things that has happen to all  here
His family has all gone away from his farm
And I think it would bring him tears

 I have prayed that he didnt have to see
All the changes thats taken place
especially I didnt want him to see 
All  the problems   of our native american  race. 

I love you and miss you, grandpa
Your Annie   3/29/05