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GGH 1917-1991

He worked so hard to provide
Baling hay and plowing
Hauling hay to the barn
Feeding cows or sowing

He never seemed to tire back then
He always found time to play
Hunting ‘coons or riding horses
He loved to do them both

Playing games on a winter’s eve
With the youngest pair of us
He loved to watch sports on tv
Or his kids in a high school game

Music was a special thing held dear
He played harmonica so sweetly by ear
He would often entertained us all
The sound of his music I can still hear

He was tall and thin and very fair
Which his farmer’s tan kept hidden
Blue gray eyes with a twinkle bright
A grin spread across his face

He loved his children and his wife
But nothing could compare
To when the grandkids came around
You should have seen him then

He took the time to know each one
Playing and talking with them
He was their Papa don’t you know
And Papa loved them so

In his later years he read God’s word
With the Bible across his lap
He worshiped every Sunday 
With the church and sang God’s praise

The man I am writing about
Went home in ninety-one
My Daddy was quite a man
I wish you could have known him

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