A Memorial Day Tribute

My father, Ray, served proudly during WWII in the Phillipines and Australia. He and my mother married as soon as he was discharged and we are lucky enough to have one letter that my mother wrote to him while he was away. It is a treasured memento. I dabble in poetry and I would like you to read a poem I wrote about him on father's day many years ago.

My Father

They call him the old fart

but he's not old to me.

From my early childhood on

he's the best that could ever be.

He massages his garden

with a smile and a wish.

Then puts on his high boots

and goes for a fish.

From the trees of the forest

he makes things just for fun.

then ambles back to them

with a bow or a gun.

Woodsmen, gardener or a hunter

and a fisherman lad.

Many things to all people

but to me he's just "Dad".

I hope everyone has a wonderful Memorial Day but please think once or twice about the men and women who have fallen protecting this great country of ours.

As always, Barbara