Sheryl wrote of a weekend past,
a Fathers' Day, in thoughts shall last,
Of peat bog swamps, mosquitoes lair,
red welts appear on skin left bare,
In Texas swamps the 'gators roam,
and unknown critters call them home,
When daylight stretches, now wont to do,
to tales of yore I wander to,
When valiant knights fought villainous foe,
through glades and glens, with axe and bow,
And heroes won, at tales end,
the evil ones to hell they'd rend,
On hilltop summits, the castles gleam,
and snorting steeds a chariot team,
Alas, alak, in real life,
we all must work, the mortal strife,
And so I end my tale to you,
for I must rest, fore work anew.
By Frank Northup
