For My Deceased Father Poem by Hendry Wordsworth

The muffled sound of the driven dirge,
Beyond all limits it howled ceaselessly-
In the cemetery towards every edge
Untimely death slyly jabbed listlessly-
With her claws to the bones of the verge.
As a myriad of bold men poured soil,
Tears of bereavement streamed down-
At the tear besprent and beloved soul-
Which flew to heavenly portals at dawn.
His scholarly knowledge he bequeath'd-
To his erudite children to hug to bosom,
Oh his visions which were sequester'd-
In a secluded world will brightly bloom,
His chair of fatherhood remain sturdy
For he was an anchor, invariably steady.