In the summer we would water the lawn at night
early in the morning there would be hundreds of worms,
food for the fish, he loved fishing and boats
but he earned his free time from the factory.
The fire of the furnace, protective gear
a warrior every day, dressed and out
the door before dawn, a blast of cold
in the winter. He taught me
how to tie my shoes, how to change a tire
and about worms,
my first example of what a man should be
always fighting the war
for us, the family. A hero
and there was fishing.
They don’t make guys like him
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