There was a man worn and weak
whose eyes wore bags down to his beak
Though the man was near his death,
He lived his life to his last breath
His son was strong and worked the farm
And though so young he caused no harm
The boy was told to watch his home
So his mother would not be left alone.
Though the boy had been balky
He took care of his father�s prairie
Day and day he worked the field
And during the cold he did not yield
One day he crossed a lonely tree
Taking a route he had never seen.
He sat upon the roots and sighed
That day was the day his father died.
He had grown wise and was truly a man.
He had a wife and a son in his plans.
He pondered thoughts of his young years,
when his father�s death was not near.
He thought of days that they took off
And his father took him for long walks
He walked everywhere but just one place,
where he was too young to appreciate.
So, now he sees and he understands
the beauty the sight of all of his the land.
He saw what he had and did not believe
that he found the place he could not see
He got up and stood tall
He was honored to see it all
His father was right about his land
Now he could see all that he had.
