DADDY SEARCHED FOR HOLY GRAIL

By BEN TINSLEY

COPYRIGHT @ 1991, @2010, @2015

Daddy searched for Holy Grail
East Texas forged his quest for shrine.

He walked a grassy pine cone trail.
Built by PaPaw’s hammer, nail
Daddy followed right behind.

Daddy searched for Holy Grail
And later told fantastic tales
of paper mills in Towns of Pine.

He walked a grassy, pine cone trail.
His search for truth was like a jail.
A central prison of his mind.
Daddy searched for Holy Grail.

Then truth came like rusty nail,
That the past could be unkind.
He walked a grassy, pine cone trail.

When Daddy died, went through the veil,
I trapped him there inside my mind.

Daddy searched for Holy grail.
He walked a grassy, pine cone trail.

Original poem © BEN TINSLEY 1991
As revised, © BEN TINSLEY 2010, 2015, 2017

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