He Took His Time
By sidewinder
All ready an old man, White hair, But the warmth in his eyes I'll always remember, He took his time to take me fishing, Teaching me all that he knew, I also remember him taking long walks in his garden, Never letting what he loved grow without attention, retired in a little town where a country store was just at his back door, Even though his days were at a winter's end laughter filled me, Content just to be at his side, I cried... when he left my world, But I pass on his legacy and teach those who will listen those smiles found in a brook with pole in hand, And the laughter shared in a warm sunny day. Dec. 11, 2001Written January 7th, 2002 © on Jun 27 2002 11:23 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn personal
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"All ready an old man,..."