Patricia Opel Jaye Poet I do not know?

Mr. Rodgers

Mr. Rodgers was a dear old man there was 
nothing he didn't understand he would feed 
the chickens and talk to them a mile away 

dear mr. Rodgers please don't go away he 
would always say good morning and good 
evening he never said an unspoken word of 

of meanest every sunday he was ready for 
church and never missed a beat nor a button 
on his shirt all the ladies liked him so 

well but everyone could tell his heart was 
still with his beloved wife sarah who has 
gone to heaven I wish I could meet old mr.

rodgers we haven't seen him in weeks last I
heard he met sarah at the side of the road 
I will never forget old mr. Rodgers and all 

that he stood for I hope I will be able to 
meet him at the side of the road someday.



Copyright@July2005


Patricia Jaye

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