My Old Man

He was a quiet man, he was never in a hurry always took his time. He was a farmer, a skilled carpenter but to me he was  Daddy.

 I can still hear him say "As long as I can see my reflection looking back at me its a good day"

Every summer of my childhood was spent in the woods sawing lumber. When the relentlessness Alabama sun got too hot we would head back to the home he built. It was a beautiful place in the country sitting on thirty-seven acres of beautiful pastures accompanied by two ponds filled with fish. We had a huge garden with peas, squash, okra, tomatoes and corn, all planted by hand. 

Its been four years since he left this earth, but I'll see my old man again someday, til then I'll live one day at a time.