As I look at him now, so frail and so thin;
my mind begins to wander to a way back when.
I was just a child and he was in his prime.
It was such a wonderful time.
He was my first hero when I was just a lad.
I thought he could do anything, that was my Dad.
He'd work all week in a welding shop.
Then, farm on the weekends, just trying to make a crop.
But, he'd always find time to play catch with me,
or hit a few flies in his time that was free.
He taught me to rope and how to be a man.
To be God fearing and to love this land.
Some of my earlier memories are of us taking a ride.
Him on his roping horse and me by his side.
He had a little blue horse, Buttons was his name.
He was a cute little fellow, but, he sure wasn't tame.
One day Old Buttons blew up sky high;
threw Dad into orbit and away he did fly.
He kept hollering for me to help him catch his horse,
but, I was headed to the house to report to Mom, of course.
He loved to rope calves and that really was his dream.
Old Duster was his horse and they made quite a team.
But, all of these memories are buried in the past.
But, I love to relive them, we really had a blast. -Lee Jones