My father, Jack, a railroad man, loved God, family, and country. And he loved them in that order.
My father, Jack,
Was a working machine.
He was mighty tough,
But he wasn't mean.
He was way too young
When he went to work,
But there wasn't a duty
That my father shirked.
He worked on roads
That were built for trains.
And day by day
He bore its pains.
His arms and legs
Were hard like steel.
They got that way,
For he knew the drill. He loved his kids, And he loved our mother. I'd bet my life There was never another.
My father,Jack, Was a working machine. He was mighty tough, But he wasn't mean.
You tell a lot about your father in these short verses, showing us what kind of man your father was, as well as your love and devotion to him.
He earns my admiration from your words about him.
I love this David...and the rhythm in the poem reminds me of a train...
Your Dad sounds like a great man and a hard worker who knew his priorities....
My Dad was my hero too...wish he was still here....
Diana....
With that cadence, it could be a song like Tennessee Ernie Ford's, Sixteen Tons.
My dad, a Teamster and trucker who spent the last 15 years of his working life short hauling, loading and unloading trucks in all kinds of weather, was like your dad. There was no fight he couldn't handle, but I never saw him get in one.
Wonderful, positive things you said about your dad. I can almost put the word Sam in place of Jack and the poem would pretty much work for me. I enjoyed this.
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He earns my admiration from your words about him.
Connie
John Michael
Your Dad sounds like a great man and a hard worker who knew his priorities....
My Dad was my hero too...wish he was still here....
Diana....
Michael D.
My dad, a Teamster and trucker who spent the last 15 years of his working life short hauling, loading and unloading trucks in all kinds of weather, was like your dad. There was no fight he couldn't handle, but I never saw him get in one.
Ron