| To the man who walked the forest so tall. His whip at the ready, His heart not so small. The gleaming black eyes and long black braids, made anyone with him feel so unafraid. His wit oh so ready, his smile ever charming. With the voice of an angel, he was so disarming. To the tall Indian who long won our hearts, Our feelings for you never will part. by Barb Shields For Mr. Ames on his 83rd birthday July 9, 2010 |
