for Al W. Graham I blow my nose noisily I admit And I do it just for the hell of it Perhaps a bad habit for all I know The trumpet of the swan blows and goes on Still on the lake like maybe a mistake A trick my Grandpa showed me once upon A time a long time ago even though I feel young I look old but even so As still a silly boy I still enjoy Remembering my Grandpa with a honk Lucky to have known him but Gott sei Dank Got more than that he taught a thing or two For now entre nous then how about you Might you do some remembering thing too? You might even honk something like I do My mother wished my Grandpa never showed Me how to honk thought my head might explode As well as the received barbarity Of it that she perceived but c'est la vie How it was with him then now is with me Just like my Grandpa I too am a swan The trumpet of the swan blows and goes on +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXII