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Poetry Corner for June 22, 2014

My Dad

I think that I could never have had

A man as great as my dear dad.

A man whose love was given to me.

A love as big as a huge oak tree.

A man who worked hard all his life.

Even when there was stress and strife.

A man who served on many a board.

A man who loved and served the Lord.

He taught his children to be true

And never do things they shouldn’t do.

A man who drove a big school bus,

He was always thinking of others and us.

The bus was filled with smiling faces,

Some kids had shoes, but didn’t have laces.

A man who farmed all his life.

A man who had a wonderful wife.

This man had children numbered to five,

And boy are they glad he was alive.

A man who died in 1981.

Then went to live with God’s dear son.

I think that I shall never see

A man who has meant more to me,

And when I leave this earthly dome,

He’ll be there to greet me in his heavenly home.

I love you Dad, RIP!

Jennie K. Hanson of Wright

Jennie wrote this poem on Dec. 17, 1989, eight years after her dad died. Jennie writes about her father, “At the time of his death, he was 65 years old and I thought that was old then, but now that I’m older than that, he was really quite young when he died. My dad’s name is Wallace W. Dahlman and he grew up in Cromwell, just like I did. His father died in 1918 as a result of getting the 1918 flu after fighting the 1918 fire, so he really never knew his own dad. He was a school bus driver for the Cromwell school district for 37 years and farmed all his life. He retired in October 1981 and died just a couple months later.”