Since the day my mem'ries first began
I remember the one who took my hand
helping me wade through brook and creek
my Dad's my strength when I am weak.
Together we explore the wild
what a gift of love to give a child
my Dad with care taught me to aim
deer, duck turkey and fish our favorite game.
I don't think I could field the ball
or clear the bases one and all
were it not for the guidance of my Dad
my coach, my mentor, for this i'm glad.
Just sitting as the tv glows
or chasing Moe as daytime slows
or riding 4 wheelers off the road
if eyelids droop, Dad bears the load.
The treasures of this wordly place
don't form the smile upon my face
on a scale of ten, riches are zero
for you're my Dad, my one true hero.
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