Hi Linda aren't you a craftie one you did it again i loved this one very funny

Definately sounds like a Redneck Christmas! Hope you don't mind me posting this but, you see, my father died on Christmas day in 1980. He was young (57) and had a massive heart attack. I think of him every day and miss him so! I wrote this poem right after he passed away. Maybe some young people will take note! "To my father Vernon Harold Lange 1980" A Field of Stones They lay my father to rest today Among a field of stones Asleep in the cold lining of death Beneath the hallowed ground As I stood beside his lifeless form Tears of sadness streamed down my face The overwhelming burden of his loss Almost more than I could bear. I remember him as he was in life A kind and gentle man With always a smile for all he met Always willing to lend a helping hand I remember too the night before With family all gathered 'round And I can't forget, it haunts me still The strange look that was in his eyes Oh, but if I could have just one more day I'd take him in my arms and tell him of my love Say all the little things I seem to have forgot to say Dear God in Heaven I pray to you Please let there be more Than a shallow grave and an empty death Beneath this field of Stones Mel Lange

hey craftie linda. another masterpiece. everyones comments were great. thank you. ron s.

Hi Linda :), Lol good one!! Take care :)

He is someone who frequents our local Green's tavern every Saturday night. I know because I hear him revving his truck at 3AM just like clock work! :)