My Daddy

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