There’s a grit to

this man of God.

That strikes no

person but prods.

For the stubborn,

a champion king

who with hands he

could do anything.

Construct a house,

build a strong bed.

Fish the streams he

did so to keep fed.

Found a bottle for

the battle it inside,

crept in the dark it

lurked for to hide.

Blood the same in

life and stubborn.

I knew a man grew

I did him discover.

As a man of worth,

a heart to survive to

provide for a life for

children he had two.

I knew he loved a lot

to have joy and bliss,

in the grit and grind

a mind to be amidst.

Travel the road young

man grab you a ride.

Walk, plow, build to

grow on horses high.

To pluck the apples

from trees next fields

where horses grazed

and dogs they heeled.

Man of the earth a

story or two was a

laugh or occassion he

as if a God he gave.

Me,Gramps and my sister after fishing. 1989

4 Comments Add yours

  1. kristianw84 says:

    Such a lovely tribute! ❤

    Liked by 1 person

  2. eob2 says:

    They live on in memories of the heart. 💜

    Liked by 1 person

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