Faye Sizemore

IRELAND ROAD
Each time we drive past I say ‘Goodbye… old friend’… again

We drove past the old farm on the hill
Everything was the same… calm and still
The old brick house stood silent as sentinels will
The barn and butcher shop stood with doors locked
His old car stood under the carport… alone… so alone
atop the driveway awaiting a driver who has gone

The water oaks… leafless now… stand in mourning
No more… black and white Jack… barking a warning
He and his Master have all gone away
In Heaven above… they both now stay
Glassey Mountain looms across the way
It had looked down on them many a day

I closed my eyes and said a prayer
remembering days they were there
In my memory a strong man strode
across the pasture to the cow’s abode
… a man of truth and awesome good deeds
striding past his garden now taken by weeds

A man who trusted and feared God
and loved above himself… his fellowman
Truth in his heart and strength in his hand
Just a humble man followed by a black and white dog
Eight children he raised… and God he praised for each one
A good man who left a legacy of love when life was done

©Copyright December 22, 2003 by Faye Sizemore