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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Farmer in Bib Overalls - My Papa
[time] => 2003-10-29 10:36:07
[hometext] => Papa was poor in riches but rich in the respect he received from his neighbors and rich in the love of his family. I still miss his wry humor and down to earth wisdom.
[bodytext] => A farmer was my Papa on a piece of rocky ground I think it was the rockiest place for many miles around He planted beans and tomatoes and prayed for a good crop Some years he just watched it burn when temperatures didn't drop His hands were worn and calloused and dirt beneath each nail But so gentle they could be when filling the ole milk pail Bib overalls became dress clothes with a clean white shirt and tie To funerals that is what he'd wear but I never saw him cry On his lap he would hold me and whistle a nameless tune And tell me, "it's ole blue Monday but it will be Tuesday soon" I realize now that times were tough but never did he complain 'Cept when the crops were burring up and there wasn't a drop of rain I didn't know, until too late, Papa could be quite funny And laugh at his own jokes 'til his eyes with tears were runny So many things I will never know about my Papa, the man Questions never asked or answered, "What was it like to stand- In France upon a battlefield, were you scared, were you brave"? Never did you mention it and one picture only did you save "How did you meet my Mama, was it love at first sight, Did you meet her in the the day time or on a moon lit night"? I will never know so many things for you died much to young I'll never hear you play your fiddle or hear the songs you sung Although my mind will always play the memories of you A farmer in bib overalls, a man whose word was true I wish I had told you more often - I love you Papa [comments] => 3 [counter] => 1499 [topic] => 44 [informant] => peg [notes] => (Approved by Mod_1) [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
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