Warrior Man

This is a poem my Grandma (Sweetie) wrote about my Papa just before he passed away.  I couldn't be more proud of either of them!

Warrior Man


He was just a country boy-Small knowledge of the world-Slight of frame-Bright blue eyes-Coal black hair that curled


Finished high school when seventeen-Played baseball ran track-Won state medals-Silver and gold-Endurance he didn't lack


His dream was to be a farmer-But land was hard to find-He made a choice-His country called-Was young and in his prime


Traveled the world, sometimes alone-When fighting in two different wars-Korea, Viet Nam-Was hit by a bomb-Has mental and physical scars


Came back to the Bootheel to choose a wife-Soon had three kids in tow-All were beautiful-All were bright-These children he loved so


Had many medals to pin on his chest-Representing the best of the best-He did what he could-For America's good-Was A-One when put to the test


A soldier at dawn, a student at night-He finally had his degree-Promotions came fast-The die was cast-A college degree was the key


Finally retired after twenty four years-Was offered Bird-Colonel to stay-With kids in their teens-Who needed some roots-Retirement would be the best way


Taught school ten years, principal for two-Has finished his Masters at last-Job offers Middle East-Boston, D.C.-For him that time had passed


Truth and Justice, Honor and Courage-That's how he chose to live-To do what's right-With all his might-He had so much to give


To know him now, this gentle soul-Except for his biggest fan-The things he's done-You'd never know-He once was a "Warrior Man"!