I honor my Grandpa A man I dearly loved Who gave me a great gift One I treasure Groping for answers And in his confusion And he hurt me very deeplyWas truly abominable For all the good he did to me Riding on his shoulders Scratching his goatee Yosemite The love of the mountains And music, always the music Oh, he had giftWhat beautiful songs he wrote And a voice like waters A Yosemite waterfall Deep, rich and resounding Full of lifeOf his beloved grandchildren Who were blessed to study with him That I wanted his best offering His art, his greatest passion How blessed am I By which I can remember him I am so grateful to know He is at peace On his deathbed he repented Stephen Pursell, 10/14/14, in honor on F. J. Pursell, my beloved grandfather |
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