Merry A. Berg
He had a steely presence about him.
Tall and cold and trim. No emotion did he show
Yet warmth could from him flow. A silent listening type was he.
Sometimes resting under a tree. "He can be quite a corker,"
This from a New Yorker. "Oh really!" replied an Oregonian
Stanley gave him a bunion. He went to work everyday.
Sometimes even to play. A pint sized cousin fell out of a truck
Stanley knew he was still in luck. A little hammering a bit of tapping
Good as new; wel