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Eight In the Morning, Till Eight at Night

Grandpa was always coming or going out.

  Eight in the morning till eight at night.

He lit the glass lights or put them out.

  This was very important, so everyone could see.

Six in the morning, he checked the lights for oil.

  So everyone could still see by the light.

 

They were turned off by eight .

  As he headed for home.

He later told me stories .

  What happened, when he was home.

He told of the trinkets and treasures found.

  All of the strangers he talked to on his rounds.

 

I always thought this is what,

  I wanted to grow up to be.

Talking with friends and strangers.

  In a little town, where gas lights were used.

By this time, they had electric lights that came on.

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  • FloridaGatorQueen silver member
    September 2, 2007

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    LOL This is an awesome poem. I liked the ending especially. LOL Enjoyed the read!!! Thank you for entering my contest.