The Old Farm House

Sunday dinners at the old farm house. Tender beef melting in ones mouth. A walk in the woods with dad on this fine fall day talking about his, younger times he had, that he shared with me, so heart warming were these Sundays of long ago, getting to know my dear dad, as I never had before, learning so much about this strange man I didn't know before, he was my dad no matter what had happened in the past those good old Sunday dinners at the old farm house, will never forget those days dear dad, miss you so much wished we had met sooner at the old farm house. wrote 9-23-08 In memory of my dad Elmer W. Foulk 9-13-1904 to October 1970 POEM IS ABOUT ONE TIME MY EX-WIFE AND MY KIDS WENT TO VISIT HIM ON HIS FARM IN INDIANOLA IOWA IN OCTOBER OF 1967 THREE YEARS BEFORE HE DIED.