My Dad
By Robert W. Cluney
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When I was a boy My heart filled with joy At the good times I spent with my dad He was my friend A man among men The best friend a boy ever had
He could make a kite That balanced just right He knew how to make a whistle from reeds He knew everything He'd whistle and sing As he told of brave men and their deeds
He told me the stories of the west and it's glories Where he'd punched cattle as a lad He told me of the strife Where he learned to take the good with the bad
Now dad is gone His memory lingers on I think of him each day that I live For he was my friend A man among men The best friend a man ever had |
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