My Uncles

Life goes on years go by

But their memories

Will never die .

I think of them often ,

In my heart they will always be there.

The things they did and said

Will never leave me .

One would say what he thought

Had to be said and forget about the cost .

The other would show us

What had to be done with a smile .

It was and is always easier to bring family

Together than to push family apart

And they brought the family together ,

In November every year for a family pheasant hunt .

On the 4th of July they always brought sparks my way .

Once in a great while we would go fishing

In the same area my dad and I would fish .

Oh those stories they would tell me .

They embraces family always .

People talk about them in front of me even today .

I want to think that they

Just went fishing and hunting for pheasants ahead of me .

They are even showing me the right way to do things even today .

I talk to them once in a while ,

When I run or go fishing or hunting .

I know they hear me .

I just wish , they would talk back .

 

                           By Brock