Happy Father’s Day!

Grandpa Fishing on the farm pondA very special Father’s Day to my Dad, Grandpa, and most wonderful husband!

by Frances Frost

My Father’s face is brown with sun,
His body is tall and limber.
His hands are gentle with beast or child
And strong as hardwood timber.

My father’s eyes are the colors of the sky,
Clear blue or gray as rain.
They change with the swinging change of days
While he watches the weather vane.

That galleon, golden upon our barn,
Veers with the world’s four winds.
My father, his eyes on the vane, knows when
To fill our barley bins.

To stack the wood and pile our mows
With redtop and sweet tossed clover.
He captains our farm that rides the winds,
A keen-eyed brown earth-lover.