A Shrewdness of Apes

An Okie teacher banished to the Midwest. "Education is not the filling a bucket but the lighting of a fire."-- William Butler Yeats

Saturday, November 15, 2008

The sunburned hands I used to hold

I miss you, Dad.

I miss you most of all when autumn leaves start to fall.

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At 11/15/08, 11:07 AM, Blogger Ms. George said...

Beautiful song and I agree with your sentiments. I miss my daddy, too. He loved to take walks in the fall.

At 11/16/08, 6:04 AM, Blogger educat said...

Yep. Since my daddy was (sort of) from around your neck of the woods, he'd try to drag us out there this time of year. The Ozarks in the fall were his favorite.

At 11/18/08, 6:30 AM, Anonymous Dortha said...

This is one of the few songs that make my husband cry.


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