Drip drip--drip standing in the rain
Off in the distance rumblings of a train
A dismal day shall it rain into the night?
Is there no dying when the sun is shining bright?
Rain in showers falling from a darkened sky
Yet proudly I stand no tears will I cry
Cadaver lays proud so many friends to mourne
For his children father's pride were bourne
No longer are they Papooses now each fully grown
Doug being the eldest is scholarly known
Jim the second has his father's rebellious pride
Somewhere in the world are adventures to be tried
Muggs the youngest take up his father's trade
Off to fish in deepest oceans challenged he will wade
Chooch Indian Chieftain perched up in the skies
A proud strong warrior no tears above he cries
Knowing now his sons are raised he may lay down to rest
As onlookers lay the lid genteelly softly on his chest
Written in the pouring down rain many years ago on
the pages of a magazine the ink wet and spreading
I was told each of his boys had it made into calligraphy
and display in in their homes. May actually be my
first written poem.