Wednesday, October 29, 2008

MAN OF COURAGE

I've written poetry off and on for as long as I can remember. When the geese are flying south and it's autumn harvest time, my thoughts always turn to home and to my father. This is a poem I wrote many years ago, as he neared the end of his life.
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A MAN OF COURAGE
As we rode through summer breezes
The man of courage and I
He taught me still another lesson
As he had since I was just so high
For the years had left their burden
And now he walked with a cane
And the body once strong and strapping
Now faltered and gave much pain
I heard him not once complaining
As we passed fields of grain on our drive
But commenting on God’s bounty and sunshine
Saying “It’s a good day to be alive”.
Now, when I’m feeling sorry
For the problems and troubles I’ve had
I look to my model of courage
With humble gratitude....I love you, Dad!
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I have a little slate in my kitchen on which I've written "Count Blessings. Choose Happy". It's the lesson I learned long ago from my father, who found something good in every day. Thank you for stopping by!

7 comments:

  1. Your poem is so lovely. What a great lesson your father taught you, Bev. I like the idea of "choosing happy." Too many peope don't realize that we really do have that option.

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  2. Oh I love your poems and thoughts Bev, and this poem is just so beautiful.

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  3. Thanks for sharing this lovely poem and your deep love for your father. Beautiful!

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  4. Bev, this is so beautifully touching. No wonder you are the positive and contented person you are today.

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  5. Wonderful words of love for your father, Bev. He taught you well ;)

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  6. This is so touching and beautiful Bev. I too love the idea of `choose happy' we can all do that.

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