Dad Grew Up On A Farm Poem by Suzae Chevalier

My Dad Charles was born in South Dakota by the borderline
back in 1936 it was the closest hospital at the time.
His father name Veala like a baby cow
which is funny Grandpa had a farm with cows and sows
Sows is girl pig- -
which of course is cute don't you think?
Now Dad learned everything from his Dad
he passed his knowledge down first hand.
Working day and night my Grandpa and Dad did
they helped the community by bringing them feed.
My grandmother's name was Vivian
and she was real sweet-
she knew how to make great desserts that
were a treat!
She had a flower garden which she did grow
she was a great Poet I thought you should know.
Grandmp Vivian gave Dad two sisters; Verna and Rita
and one brother Bob
They all helped with the corn on the cob.
They all helped with chickens, cows, pigs and sows
they had a lot to do, more than kids do now.
Dad mowed the grass and plowed during the day
he even bailed the hey.
Dad and his family deserve a lot of praise.
Thank you Dad for helping America great!

Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 10,2013
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