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