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My Hero

by Barry Clopton Lanier (Age: 61)
copyright 10-08-2002

Age Rating: 13 +

He left me with his garden,
English peas hanging all over the vine.
The old Liberty Bell from the ole homeplace,
But dad would never mind;
But his laughters not around.

He left me the old Farmall one row,
And some seeds who knows how old,
Grandpa's old mule collar,
His axe, and a few rusty hoes;
But his smile is not around anymore.

The memories of hauling tobacco,
A inquisitive lad in the noon day heat.
And when the hard day's work was done,
Home finally that night, rubbing his ole'feet.
But no one's here, complaining,"harder!"

The warmest memory of Dad,
Some called, J.B., just for short.
From his heart, taught me gentle kindness,
And to always remember, when he's gone, to carry his torch.

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        10-03-2004     Emily Garwood        

a good poem well written and a good tribute, and a good memory to have :)


        07-07-2003     Moses Hochstetler        

Good work, Barry.

        07-04-2003     Janet Owenby        

I love this poem because it reminds me of my grandfather.Excellent Write

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