HE TOLD ME OF HIS LIFE
As he sat down in his rocking chair he began
With a smile, he invited me to sit and went
About his story.
His life as a child, at the beginning of a war
On a farm in South Carolina, he lived with a
Father, Brothers, Sisters.
He went on to tell of adventures in the Summer,
Just before it happened,
A big house, great times with family, working the
Farm each day was tiring.
He must have been about ninety years old now, the war
And those days long gone,
A childhood recalled, swimming in the pond with
A friend or two, The night's moon.
He told me of this war being all around them, nothing
Would be the same, Much change,
Tears in his eyes as he described that time and place
Where brothers and family died.
He sits in his chair today, many years away
From there, He lives in that house today,
He sits in his chair on that porch where as
A child he played, He told me of his life.