Page 3 - PoemsNeathTheWesternSky

Bedtime stories are the best part of growing up. I loved listening to my
Grandfather’s stories, they always had a good ending.

The good Ol’ Days

His eyes were bright and shiny

His face was filled with glee
Tell me bout the good ol days
As he climbed up on my knee

Tell me bout those ghost rider's
And how they filled the sky
And bout that wild mustang

And how that colt could fly

Tell me bout those Eagles

And their silent golden flights
And bout the mountain lions

And wolves on moonlit nights

Tell me bout the campfires
And how they warm the cold

And bout the forty-niners
And how they found the gold

Tell me bout those railroads

Coming round the bend
And bout those lonely hearts

And the letters that they send