by F William (Bill) Broome
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
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What American history books, written by 'educated' generations, don't tell you...
His kind, they said, would never amount to anything.
The kind he was included being kind when sober,
and almost tolerable when not.
His kind kept the mills running during the Great Depression,
and worked sun-up to sun-down as productive tenant farmers,
He and his buddies fought WWII in Europe and Pacific islands,
Coming home to rebuild this Nation after living through that shit.
Drinking during the Thirties helped him forget
the goddamned lack of education he needed for a good job
A life lived paying for Civil War's destruction
leaving a sorry economy for raising families
His fate was sealed in eighty years of no money for learning;
The cause; rich property owners keeping wages and taxes low.
His constant drinking took away the gossip about her,
a wife, who, often, left her kids to shift for themselves.
She, a lonely bored housewife needed to romp
with mill hands who worked nights, played days.
Those of his kind still living, are old and worn out,
after providing new values to their kids and grandkids.
By the end of World War II, his offspring were educated
for top jobs in careers; the things he missed out on.
Still drinking a bit, his kind never complained,
but took it on the chin; grateful for the changes.
© 2006 F William Broome
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|The daddy you write about sounds a lot like my daddy; he'd fight to save his little one. He gave his all. Respectful, honorable tribute to heroes that don't get the credit they richly deserve. :)
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
|Reviewed by Barbara Terry
|Thank you for this wonderful tribute, Bill. I never knew my father, and my experiences with men have been just the opposite of this. But this is a superbly written poem that is filled with respect. Thank you for sharing, Bill.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your little sister, Barbie
"If I have to be this girl in me, Then I have the right to be."
|Reviewed by Kate Burnside
|A Hero in my eyes, Bill... the most decorated kind... with love and kisses! :)) I appreciate these men who give their all, albeit unobserved. New Men, each and every one of them, in my book: considerate types! This is DEFINITELY poetry and DEFINITELY a case where "less is more"... to quote the Biog page of some Poetic Master... Grateful for this, thank you. Kate xx|
|Reviewed by Michelle Mills
|I have met people like this man again and again. This is a terrific tribute, and a great historical piece Bill. Michelle|
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Superb tribute.I wrote a poem once about how fathers never get the tributes they deserve like mothers do.I still think that's true.This is an honest poem about good fathers!
|Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher
|A very nice tribute, filled with care and respect.