Many lifetimes ago there lived a youthful man,
He worked hard, he did all that a man can.
On his farm, awoke when the rooster said,
Watched the sunrise, breakfast began his day.
A simple man whom worked hard on his land,
Crops in the field, a little money in his hand.
He had a wife with a pretty smile,
She was there when the day was done,
As he walked in from the setting sun.
Supper on the table, tired was this man and wife,
A warm fire and some conversation till sleep set in their eyes.
Children were grown, an adventure of their own,
A mother, a father, in a home now alone,
There once was a man whom loved all that he had.
Keith Garrett
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simple but interesting!
Thanks for reading
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 12:10 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Loved this piece. Ann
Thanks always
On Tue, Apr 22, 2014 at 1:14 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Absolutely love this poem. I want to be that man. Great Poem.
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Beautiful words and sentiment 🙂 Thank you.
Reblogged this on Cholontics Writerly Musings and commented:
I like this poem and thought I would share it with you as a kind of “extra”.
My grandpa ❤
Thanks for reading
On Wed, May 20, 2015 at 1:37 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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