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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.

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2023

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Eve Roper Date: 7/13/2023 9:34:00 PM Missing somebody that has passed on is hard. I have not a story like yours with character and deep emotions about my dad. But i still stop and visit like I did the other day.. I loved him so much. Enjoyed reading my friend. Login to Reply Robert Lindley Date: 7/14/2023 8:31:00 AM Yes, my friend, we all have our stories of a much younger life and the travails we went through, . Of our loves. out heartaches, etc. And yes even death of our beloved. As is meant to be that we love of fathers and our mothers. God bless.