Mister Holman

His name was, in fact, March Holman- The man who was last head of the clan! The second husband of Miss Ida Fields; My stepgrandfather sure as redbird trills! Both generations called him by one name, Day is the same from dawn to sunset flame. Grandparents were Mister and Miss to us- Quaint backwoods custom had dictated thus. Mister Holman was completely uneducated, But in rearing a large brood, participated, Although he was a hard drinkin' hellion, And a tough, hard livin' son of a gun! A mighty eagle with a determined red eye, Without him everything would've gone awry. When I was only seven and learning to sew, He taught me a sewing trick I still know. Back then, golden days were so very young, Like the memory of the melody just sung, And he sure must have been a man of flint, To have left upon time this huge footprint!