Dad Poem by Rhonda Baker

My Dad was there on the day I was born
At an ungodly hour in the early morn
He stood for hours, out in the hot summer sun
teaching me to ride a bike; until that trial I had won
He taught me to bushhog; on his big blue Ford
He was so proud; like a knight with his sword
On the day I was married he gave me away
But always by my side he did stay
My father now is since past and gone
Bit the things he taught me, Still makes me strong