My Hero
When I go home across the hills at evening My little flock of memories gather inA gentle peace and quietness will settleI look back and remember my hero once again
The man I always knew and called daddyThat worked so hard to keep us fedWith a wrinkled brow and callused handsHe provided a roof and a place to lay my head
I see him in the garden, come early springWith his overalls on and his favorite hoeHe stayed with it from the beginning to endNary a weed was allowed to grow
I see him in the winter, in the fallen snow Splitting pine for kindling to start a fireGathering in the night’s water and wood In his plaid coat and gloves, his favorite attire
Each day I hear and see him with his dog TobyI’m going out to the old place, he’d sayAs they happily walked through my yardOh what a keepsake memory today
I see those big, apple trees he plantedTall just like daddy, oh how they grewSo many treasures I’ve come to enjoyWhen it comes to my daddy, I’m like glue
He’d tell straight out, he never had much schoolCouldn‘t read and write, certainly no degreeThe gift of knowledge flowed through his veinsFor ninety four years, he taught constantly
To all that listened and wanted to knowWisdom from the most wise is a gift to beholdAs my daddy eased on down through lifeSo much joy came in pouring out his soul
He walked each road, climbed every hillHe knew everybody for miles aroundIf they didn’t know him, they came to know He owned and had many a stomping ground
So many examples he set before meSo many memories, such good times My daddy is now walking and talking in heavenUp there where fathers are a chosen kindI’m now left with my precious flock of memories And my hero’s love he gladly left behind
© Susie Swanson, 2019
Happy Father's Day to all Fathers and may your day be as special as you.
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