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Hero




When I talk of my father
I talk with so much joy
Using the words of a man
For the visions of a boy
My father was simple man
A man who tilled this earth
And yet in his own world
A man of stature worth
I know when I speak of him
I so very easily can
Become detached from
The reality of the man
In such a way are legends formed
And maybe dragons slain
Heroes built and formed until maybe
Only a name remains
To link a hero to with his world
And at such a cost
We gain a tale to tell
And the man is lost
I want to talk of my father
The man who showed the boy
A life of real values
And simple honest joys
Not a slayer of dragons
Just a man who by his sweat
Earned the food that we all
So unthinkingly ate
Dragon slayers come and go
Are feted and are gone
Whilst quietly in the background
The simple man labours on
Does not destroy
Rather makes
Gives rather
Than takes
My father was simple man
A man who tilled this earth
And in his own world
A man of stature worth





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