Pendragon
12-28-2007, 10:50 AM
Ubermensch
He didn’t wear a scarlet cape, nor a blue union-suit in all of his life,
His back grew strong in the factories, pounding out what they termed “The Dream.”
He fought in the Great War, now was burdened down with nine children and a wife.
He saw sons and daughters come back from WWII alive and it made his heart gleam.
I can’t say what it was that caused the problem, really, but granddaddy and memaw split.
And she raised those kids herself, but now he was always there in the picture.
Top of Park Street here in Marion was where my mamma’s family managed to exist.
But I’ve seen Granddaddy’s check stubs for the time: So much for this one, so much for her.
Granddaddy lived all alone in a small house up at the top of what the locals call “Shootin’ Cheek.”
He got the nickname Sleepy as the years began to slip up on the strong old man.
The Town tried their best to discourage him from bathing in the dammed up creek.
He told them that hey, after all it was good water and it was on his own land!
He was up fixing his roof when he was 76 and for some reason fell and hit his head:
And for me and for my momma when he passed, superman was really dead.
Pendragon
© 12/28/07
For my Grandfather Louis Roscoe “Sleepy” Wymer.
I hold your Bible in great reverence and wonder what you would have read today…
He didn’t wear a scarlet cape, nor a blue union-suit in all of his life,
His back grew strong in the factories, pounding out what they termed “The Dream.”
He fought in the Great War, now was burdened down with nine children and a wife.
He saw sons and daughters come back from WWII alive and it made his heart gleam.
I can’t say what it was that caused the problem, really, but granddaddy and memaw split.
And she raised those kids herself, but now he was always there in the picture.
Top of Park Street here in Marion was where my mamma’s family managed to exist.
But I’ve seen Granddaddy’s check stubs for the time: So much for this one, so much for her.
Granddaddy lived all alone in a small house up at the top of what the locals call “Shootin’ Cheek.”
He got the nickname Sleepy as the years began to slip up on the strong old man.
The Town tried their best to discourage him from bathing in the dammed up creek.
He told them that hey, after all it was good water and it was on his own land!
He was up fixing his roof when he was 76 and for some reason fell and hit his head:
And for me and for my momma when he passed, superman was really dead.
Pendragon
© 12/28/07
For my Grandfather Louis Roscoe “Sleepy” Wymer.
I hold your Bible in great reverence and wonder what you would have read today…