My Father

My father was a gracious man,
He had that certain aire.
That made you think he was about,
To offer up a prayer.

So loving in his ways, he was,
With a twinkle in his eye.
He soothed me when my heart was sad,
And would never let me cry.

I can recall the beaded sweat,
Than hung upon his brow.
When to the garden he would go,
To fix the fence and plow.

He had a way of bringing in,
The price of grain and wool.
He saw that all our needs were met,
And kept out store-house full.

For me God picked a choice one,
From His great realms above,
And in beholden to this day,
My heart pours out pure love.


E.P. 1908 - 1989