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SECOND PLACE POETRY REMEMBERING GRANDPA June Mower Chipman 191 North 825 East American Fork, Utah 84003 There was a man, a smiling man, A man whom I never saw, But the stories I've heard make him real as life, He was my mother's darling grandpa. It seems that his sweet, gentle nature Was admired by all whom he knew, A dependable friend, and true. It was our "Gramsejr" Luella who taught us (She refers to him fondly as "Dad") "He was a kindly and generous father, The best that a girl ever had." There were travels to Salt Lake Opera House, In his quest tor the good and refined, Strengthened family ties that bind. His knowledge of music, incredibly vast, Of the French Horn he played in the band, And of other instruments, too, self-taught. He was master-of-all, this man. Audibly tick-tocking time. And the bacon 'n eggs, in the chill of the morn, Were enjoyed by the clock's friendly chime. At night after chores, in his high rubber boots, He appeared with his milk pails, a-sway. Into the house, to the window bench. Came this man that they called John J. 2 |
