( This piece I have written here is in memory of my father, who past away the sixteenth of July 2005. I would like to know how you like this piece, for I am going to use it as his eulogy.)
On a bright and beautiful day of Spring
with the scent of orange blossoms in the air
The person of Harvey Schuyler was born
making life more beautiful because he was there;
He walk in the shadows of elders
learning how to navigate each day
He stretched his wings among his peers
making many friends along the way.
He rode the horse call athletics
in football he did excel
Then he went and joined the Army
to protect Liberty before it fell.
He came back and and wove a family
in the best way he could conceive
To father seven children
in a life he truly believed,
A man of many virtues
who love all the people met
The best friend of a stranger
the brother you would never forget
He sold many thing within his life
but never would he sell his soul
For the path of light walk with him
though a Church he rarely did go
I look upon a blue sky
to see my fathers eyes
I see the clouds come slowly by
and there my father I spy
I hear his voice in music
and feel his warmth in the sun
But I miss the wit and emotions
that his presence has always won.
Now he reside with the Angels
where used wings he probably sells
But a better place he will make it
for in friendship he always excelled.