Promises Kept

Ruby Hawk on Sep 27, 2007

A man who lived his life the only way he knew, by telling it like it was. He did not gladly suffer fools.

I have heard him say a thousand times
If it needs to be done there is a way
To do it and watched him do it

I have seen him with scorching tongue
And baleful eyes cut giants down to
What he thought was their rightful size

He gave our sons the blocks to build a life
All springs promises were kept, the night chills
Time for wild geese to fly south

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Amos Ruttger on Sep 27, 2007
He sounds like my dad. He did not suffer fools gladly either,and he was glad to let them know he didn’t.
Tracy J on Sep 30, 2007
I like gruff old men like my grandpa.
Harold on Nov 13, 2007
The reality of your poem is astounding.It certainly brings it home to me.

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