Wildflowers grow on the lawn,
As we had long forgotten this house,
A mud hut By the vast Lake Van,
As a history of clan and family,
Was once repeated at every bedtime,
More than many,
To the lucky kids spoilt terribly,
As dad recollected days of shepherdry,
In his days of youth blossoming quietly,
With a stubbornness to read,
Along the green mountains,
Of winter cold and hard work,
To educate himself for a future bright,
As he managed to take flight,
To the big city, Even university,
Without means of aid or money,
With strains of too many books,
On his eyes that required glasses,
Leading his path to a dream to many,
Even in this age of modernity,
As barriers stood everywhere,
Language was learned and studied,
As no problem remained,
For the one who strived for knowledge,
He went to the U.S. of A.,
To become a great man today.