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My Dad's Poetry
I know I already posted some of these on BM's board, but I couldn't resist.
Tarry By
By My Dad
"Tarry by," she whispered low,
when first I talked of going
For Winter's snow had come and gone,
and fresh March wind was blowing
But I tarried by too long I know,
and though it caused me sorrow,
I said, "The road is calling me
and I must go tomorrow.
She walked beside me down the lane,
and there beside the gate,
she kissed me quick and told me that
until she died she'd wait.
It's been years now since I left home,
and though I've wandered far and wide,
I've never seen another lass
I'd like more for a bride.
But I'll never, ever see her more,
for she's not such as I.
Yet on my deathbed, I'll remember
how she whispered, "Tarry by."
(He wrote this in High School).
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The Sailors Grave
My Dad
The tombs you have on land are fine
With splendid portals all in lime
But to me t'would seem far more brave
To lie alone in a sailor's grave
To be where the waves would ripple round
To be away from human sound
To be alone in the sea there save
For the gulls that fly over a sailor's grave
You can have a tomb to mark your place
When your live has ended it's perilous race
But let my mark be a rippling wave
And let me lie in a sailor's grave
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