Thursday, May 14, 2015

A Poem By My Great-Grandpa

A Tribute

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.
-XO Juls

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