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Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad
Now When I Go Visit, Tears Fall, It Makes Me Sad He rode the high plains to hell's dead weathered edge Across the highest mountain on a horse he road His grandpappy a wild man swung a heavy sledge Many are the glowing legends on him were told His heart was big and as pure as the finest gold And he had a brilliant mind swift as blowing wind The whole town, the entire county on him was sold Even the meanest of animals was his best friend. Yes, true to character they all on him were sold Now from a baby he was a he-man full growed And yes, a good country boy he was fairly grown Old story, a good man, best I have ever known. Now lies in small town cemetery, my loving dad. Now when I go visit, tears fall, it makes me sad. Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet March 24th, 1970, age 16 Note. I was quite young when I wrote this poem. I was barely sixteen. Did not know much about the world but I knew my dad was a very honest, hard working, tough man.
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