Grandpa was a man’s man,

Big and strong without fear.

He could hunt and fish,

Brought home many a deer.


With a Harley, a boat & dune buggy,

He thrilled both girls and boys.

We loved ole Gran-dad

He loved us and his toys.


Never such a sportsman,

We brag of his feats.

To friends and family alike,

How #90 brought fans from their seats.


He had a deep voice that sounded,

Low and gruff.

He wasn’t t a wimp,

Grandpa was tough.


A stand of pine, near a swamp,

Twas our first deer hunt.

“Fall asleep ?” he said,

Near a deer stomp.


He fought a valiant battle,

Against the foe, cancer.

Then God took him home,

Our Savior has the answer.


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