Quiet wisdom cleverly concealed
Behind his wrinkly brow!
He couldn’t read; he couldn’t write
But he made it through life somehow!
He drank from nature’s purest springs
Where the waters were cool and clear!
And lived his life in harmony
With all that he held dear!
His deep respect for nature’s gifts
And his love for God and man,
Gave him enlightenment few achieve
Or would even understand!
The simple things meant the most to him,
Not a penny did he possess!
Yet he was wealthy beyond belief,
Though no one would have guessed.
My father’s truths were sacred to him,
But he shared them freely with me.
And gave me the wisdom to live my life
In peace and harmony!
© Annabel Sheila
Sheila
Ron
water from a spring was one of my father's favorite in
harmony with nature. Blessings to you and your outstanding
poetry Annabel. lol Lady Mary Ann
And his love for God and man,
Gave him enlightenment few achieve
Or would even understand!
He truly sounds like a wonderful man and father, Annabel.
A wonderful tribute to your father and a beautiful work. Your father is proud of the daughter he loves, of that you can be sure.
Budd
Blessings,
Chris
Mark
Where the waters were cool and clear!
Great lines!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
I am sure he would be so proud to hear your words, and to realise he had done a brilliant job in having you as his daughter....
Hugs, Diana...
Amor