Sunday, October 18, 2009

From your beloved Papa...

(Painting by Elizabeth Daggett Ganji)

This is from your grandfather and I wouldn't let him get away with saying, "I can't do something like this." I told him 'Yes, you CAN!"
He's quite the poet, don't you think?

Where I'm From

I am from playing Army, from 5-cent Milky Ways and my Rifleman rifle.
I am from the sense of security of hearing Dad early in the morning and coffee perking on the stove.
I am from the smell of fresh cut grass in the Spring, the scent of sage and juniper on the Deschutes.
I am from Christmas morning, from running to hide when the doorbell rang, from Ginny, Agnes and Jule,
and Carl and Mathilda.
I am from the sarcastic tongue and hard workers.
From "Be early" and "Be a man of your word."
I am from a love of Biblical truth and the search to find it.
I am from Stumptown, from garden spinach and Grandma's homemade chicken soup.
I am from Dad setting the curtains on fire the day of the Columbus Day storm, camping at Warm Springs, and salmon fishing in the spring.
I am from "Duk-a-Luk", Dad's guns, Grandma's bear claws, the thrill of my first shotgun, generations of outdoorsmen, and the farm on the hill where my mother was born.

2 comments:

Donna said...

Great job!

Betty said...

Great poet, indeed! Awesome!