(Edited slightly from “My Dad” by an unknown author.)
This just really fit my Grandpa’s life perfectly. I just now got around to posting it.
He wore the sunshine in his famer’s tan,
Beneath his fingernails, he wore the soil of his land.
He wore his determination in the lines in his face,
Each day he worked hard at a steady pace.
He wore his pride well as he stood tall,
Because each day he gave it his all.
He wore his love for the open skies,
In an ongoing twinkly in his eyes.
He wore his happiness from within,
In his little jokes that always gave him a grin.
He worked hard daybreak to night,
And was rewarded with some wonderful sights.
The peaceful moments of the sun setting low,
With all its colors radiating their glow.
After the miracle of birth, a moment of pay,
The glory of watching a new baby lamb at play.
A time when a farmer’s expectations grow,
As the seeds of life were carefully sown.
The reward of looking across his land,
At his crops and sheep made him a rich man.
He didn’t take much time to travel the world and the sea,
But he possessed everything that a man could want to be.
Worldly possessions he may not have had,
But a rich man he was, and he was my Grandad.
What Has This to Do With The Stars? 