Back two centuries when the gentry spoke thoughts very slow.. getting most attention as they shared their gruel and shows..
Group of founding pioneers stood by the River Platte.. Pony Express rider came.. name.. ‘Small Head Biggest Hat’..
Never been a bother met each Father’s Day that rose.. we could wear most anything.. bout Dad not fashion clothes..
We would share a laugh when we saw some boppin’ cat.. pimpin’ long and strong.. the smallest face.. the biggest hat..
Swear they have meetings greetings secret it is said.. best friend searched hat of a friend to find his tiny head..
Saw them hanging out around a place noted for war.. when thrown a question asking why and what’s it for?..
They would rub their tiny chins.. relax with tiny smiles.. thank us all most kindly speaking words of tiny miles..
Any holiday with skies of gray or sunny blue.. tiny heads with great big hats cruel cartoonist drew..
All across our garden home the drew a dream cartoon.. sending anyone not them to crowded tiny moons..
Father mine let us be kind applaud cartoon lies that.. accept how their dream is kept.. small heads.. enormous hats..
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY
PEACE.. LOVE.. PERSISTENT TO FREE.. TREES CLOUDS ABOVE.. PEACE BECKONS THEE.. KEEP A STRIDE IN PAIN.. IN PRIDE YOURS IS JUST IN VIEW.. WALK STRONG AS YOU ALWAYS HAVE.. PERSISTENCE BRINGS THE DUE..