lot of father

my dad and mom

What is a father? There are many men and women who are fathers. For some men a DNA test may prove they were involved in the birth of a child, but that does not make them a father, and as far as I’m concerned the fact that they needed a paternity test, they will never be a father. I know of women who are both mother and father and I know of men who have never fathered a child that are fathers.  So what is a father?  For me it is a person who is full of love and understanding, he is a forgiver of the future.  He is someone who stands in front of the dangers of life. He is someone who stands beside you when you cannot stand.  He is someone who stands behind you when you need a backbone to face the day. He is a builder of men who are fathers. He is someone that cries when he cannot be seen over things he did not and cannot do.  He is a daughter’s first love a son’s first hero.  A father is a choice that he makes. There is one man who is known mainly as a father, history does not say much about him just that he made the choice. His name was Joseph.

Father’s day is June 19 this year, which is two weeks away. I would like you to post in the comments what you feel a father is. I will write every day till then on fathers, mine and men and women who are fathers.  My name is Roy and so was my dad's but I feel very honored when I answer to dad, pop, papa, or grandpa. 

Please tell me about fathers.

Thank you and God bless.

lot of letter

Dear ma and pa

I am doing fine, we made ten miles today. The foreman said we will get to fort Bridger in a week. He said that there a train there so we won’t have to drive these beeves all the way to salt lake.

A couple of days back we came upon a heard of buffalos. We had a time getting the heard back headed south; it seems like them long horns and a big spike had to see who the heard boss was. Old Tag shot that buff four times with the sharps to bring him down. There was some Shoshonis hunting them and Tag let them have it. I thought there was going to be some trouble, those Shoshonis did not like the holes tag put in that spike.

Tell pa I had to shoot brownie he stepped in a badger hole and broke his leg. I went rolling half way to partition flats. I am riding old Sugar Butt now, she stills a knot head but I think she will make a good cow pony by the time we get to Bridger.

I don’t know if I will be coming home. I will send my pay back with jack black. He said he would bring it a sugar butt home two you. Will I guess I should tell yaw why.  I was trying to shoot a buck for some camp meat and Neal stepped in front of me just as I shot. He fell right there. Tell Aunt Martha that it was an accident. I did not mean to shoot him. The Forman said he would have to turn me over to the marshal in Bridger.  I don’t know if they will hang me, but it was an accident.

Will that all from here. I’m riding night heard.  Tell pa I miss them and I wish I was coming home.

Your son Bob.

Just an old letter found on tumble weed trial.

 Thank you and god bless

lot o walrus

These fine folks inspired the following poem so give them a holler and say thank you.  

Sarah-Jane Klemis Dinner - that's what I have to go make :)

Alejandro Guzman seaweed and the walrus

Mary Hudak-Collins ladybugs (again...I swear I have ladybugs on the brain!)

Jessica Brant Screaming MEME and Bugaboo

So here we go. I was going to add some pictures but there is a walrus in my shoe!!!

It’s getting late

Dinner – that what

 I have to make

Seaweed and walrus stew

With ladybugs two

What bean again

I swear I have ladybugs on the brain

Screaming MEME and a bugaboo there a walrus

In my shoe

Do you think it might like

If it rains

Now what A too dew

Didn’t you hear?

I have beans in my ear

Down at my toes

It’s running to a fro

Screaming ME-ME

Mine E mow it won’t snow

Me out of beer

There’s a walrus

In my shoe

Ladybug just gave me a hug

And kissed my nose

That tickles my toes

Bugaboo there a walrus in my shoe

Seaweed lace

All over me face

What do ladybugs do?

Fly in me ear

Out me nose

Kissing a rose

Now what a stew

Bugaboo I see you

There a walrus in my shoe

Oh dear there is a note

Left here

What’s that?

Charlie was here

Hey down there

There a walrus in my shoe

This bugaboo thinks it a kangaroo

Don’t you see there are ladybugs?

Playing hide a boo

There’s a walrus in my shoe

Get off your knees

My slippers please

There‘s a ladybugs on the dipper

Seaweed all over the place

What a walrus too do

It’s quite a stew

With a walrus in my shoe

 thank you and god bless

lot of summer time

Summer time,

Cowboy’s mountain meadows

The snows almost gone

Calving done

Time to move them

Up there near the sky  

Being a good neighbor,

The trees stand tall

Braced against Stormy weather,

Facing tragedy for us all

That’s my many rambling

Or this dusty trail

Cattle low the moons

Hallowed glow

Camp fire bring back

The warmth of the sun

Night heard sings

A coyote’s sonnet

Summer time

The willows chime

Buttermilk sky

Day Dreams on the fly

Summer time breeze

A sweet hearts kiss

Romance dancing across

 The meadows knolls

Of daisy blooms butters cups

And blue bells chime

To the meadow larks melody

The camp fire lick

Its coffee kiss

What beans again

Pass the brisket please

Thank you and god bless

 This poem is brought to you by Rachel Hoyt http://www.rhymemeasmile.blogspot.com/