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11 Nov 1874
by Keith D AllisonIn the roll time
he was born
in Jefferson County
in the state of Iowa
like his father
They
Like their fathers fathers
scratch
the new soil
Scratching now the name
on the back
of an old
tin type
Once
my cousin and I
set upon his knee
few remember his laughter
But none will remember
his birthday
for common man
is forgotten as the years drift away 11/02/2008 Posted on 11/02/2008
Copyright © 2024 Keith D Allison
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/02/08 at 07:56 PM Yes and no- as I always feel- a poem like this makes sure the common man is remembered. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 11/03/08 at 04:37 AM You have immortalized him, Keith, and that is a good thing. I drove across the farmland of Iowa this spring - what a fantastic state, and he was a part of what built it. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/03/08 at 09:40 PM ...keith, agree w/ the two ladies...you elevate him thru celebration, a few words to the common-folk... |
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