Tuesday, December 13, 2011

WRITERS IN THE FAMILY

I came across some poems written by by grandfather, Charles G. Patterson. Here are two of them

MAN

Who climbed the mountain to say a prayer?
All alone with his God in cool clean air.
And with all his wisdom and reason
he was hanged to a cross.
Yeah,
Even a half-wit can see who was Boss.

HIS MAJESTY

There, on yonder hill stands a big oak tree.
Sturdy and strong, alone and free.
With no malice, no greed, no hatred
-unlike you and me.
He's king of the hill - His Majesty.
He has been standing there
many a year, and many a day.
Keeping watch on us and the foolish
games we play;
digging and scratching, going to and fro.

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