My Father

He was a small man, about five foot two. Thinning gray hair, and eyes of blue. He was an easy going guy,with a mild voice, and a twinkle in his eye. He would tell me stories, of days gone by. He would sing songs, that make me cry. He loved the north woods, and all the wild things. He would take in stride, whatever life brings. He was a man of who, I was very fond. He is my father,and he has passed on. Into the heavens,and far beyond. Someday,I'll join him out by a pond. Into the heavens, and far beyond.