A Poem By My Great-Grandpa
The Warwick girls of yesteryear,
Way back in memory's hall,
Attracted us who came and so
Each chose the nicest one of all.
The blue-eyed lass with wavy hair
Lassoed my heart with ease.
As time went by, our children played
Among young apple trees.
The Warwick girls of yesteryear
I still admire because
When years have flown and trees have grown
They make such nice grandmas.
-J. Paul Sauder
I think I would have gotten along well with this man.