J.L. Snapp, For Daddy</head><body><center><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.com/p1.gif border=0 alt=Saviodsilva></center><hr color=3C00FF size=4><br><font size=4 face=arial><b><a href=4.htm>J.L. Snapp</a></b></font><br><center><img src=http://www.saviodsilva.net/poem/a/1.JPG border=0 alt=Poem></center><br><font size=3 face=arial><b>For Daddy</a></b></font></center><blockquote><blockquote><p align=left><font face=arial size=2><b><p>Written for J. L. (Coon) Snapp on his 80th birthday and published in <br>the small town weekly as a surprise on 4-18-1986)<br>Down on Red River in the Burr Oak sticks<br>On April nineteen, one-nine-ought-six<br>A baby was born, the first one of three,<br>To Papa Deward and Mama Georgia. <br>He not only lost his dad and his mother<br>but by age 12 had lost a young brother.<br>So he and his sister, who then was just eight,<br>learned all too well about 'life's cruel fate'.<br>Uncle Roy and Aunt Bill took him and his sister<br>to a West Texas home of plains and sand twistes.<br>In counties like Lamb, Crosby, Floyd, Hale,<br>he chopped and pulled cotton by the thousand pound bale.<br>The best thing he ever did in his life<br>was at age twenty when he took for his wife<br>an Oklahoma beauty well known for her skill<br>as a basketball player and a maid of iron will.<br>Four children were born in the West Texas sand,<br>two boys and two girls: a well balanced band.<br>And back to the county of his birth her returned<br>to set down his roots and end his sojourn.<br>'Thirty-five to eight were spent in Bonita<br>with his wife, Frances, his oldest, Oneita,<br>and Deward and Roberta and baby James L.<br>in a house not their own they contented to dwell.<br>In nineteen hundred and thirty-eight<br>they purchased their farm--not a grand estate,<br>but theirs nonetheless, with good grass and good water<br>and a headful of dreams and a barnful of fodder.<br>They've raised their family, but what's even more<br>This year they'll be married a total of threescore.<br>Add this to age twenty (when he married his lady)<br>The deduction is simple:<br>This Saturday he's eighty.</p></b></font></blockquote></blockquote><hr color=0000ca size=3><center><font size=2 face=arial><b><a href=http://www.isavo.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index Page 1</a><br><a href=http://www.yensa.net/poem/sk6.htm>This Poem's Index 2</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com/poems.htm>Poetry Website</a><br><a href=http://www.saviodsilva.com>Saviodsilva</a><br><a href=http://www.isavo.com>Isavo Site</a></b></font></center><SCRIPT LANGUAGE=JavaScript SRC=http://www.saviodsilva.org/r/fantasy.js></SCRIPT></body></html>