Old Folks, Beauty, Strength and Emotion

i remember grandpa had hands of wood, haired like a hedgehog.  
a rifle hang on his living room walls, dating from French colonialism.  
   
A handicrafted fine curiosity,bequeathed by a noble resident Frenchman ,
a fair colonial who rejected the war, abhorred the carnage  
and massacre perpetrated against the unarmed people..  
He left all his properties to grandpa for being friendly,    
loyal and workaholic server, and a faithful gate guardian;    
He left a treasury among which a double barrel rifle,    
and even an elegant glossy closet and cupboard made  
from a very precious wood..  
   
The rifle is for hunting the wild animals, wolves mainly,    
while grandfather could easily catch a wolf bare hands  
and bring him back home from the wild woods on his back.....  
   
A colossal buddy i would swear, he was the last of the mountain dwellers  
or gigantic titans,had stories to make the most bold have chills  
in their bones, and tales from the deep crypt of horror..actual events,    
and ghostly encounters during his travel and his herdsmanship in the mountains..........  
   
By his side a soulmate aged granny faithful to her traditions, to her man  
to her ethical patrimony. she used earth bowls to cook, goat skin    
to gather rain waters and a homemade wood tripod,    
where a skin container serves to to shake milk into cheese    
and some other local whey and milky derives genuine butter  
was extracted from creamed milk and used to cook different local dishes  
like couscous and the likes  
   
What can i say, i was a little toddler and as i grew younger,    
i could then see the beauty and the power in those old folks,    
i could see the natural affects on their faces, in their moods,    
in their actions, and even in their feelings as despite being too much strong    
and bulky, grandpas had a bird's heart.he could weep to see a child    
in bed being sick; he could have a very pale face when a member of the family    
is not well, and needs intensive care, then Grandpa is there by hi side    
waking all night long.  
   
Hunting was his only livelihood, in time when dearth and poverty were spreading wide and the need could push any hungry mouth either to steal, to kill or to hunt the wild animals regardless of them being forbidden or not, what counted was to feed a hungry belly and survive the storms and the war.and the hard times back then.......