Frank V. Gardner

(2 December 1922 - / Washington, D. C.)

Poems of Frank V. Gardner

Father I Hardly Knew

My father, who I hardly knew,
Was never one to shirk.
He died in nineteen twenty four,
While helping friends at work.

He came from Colorado,
Where the men were taught to ride.
He joined the Army Engineers,
And did the job with pride.

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