A Legend Some time ago; a remembered year, A new life did appear. From it rose, a Legend true; A Legend felt at least by two. A friendship young and ever near, Love and trust were always clear. T'was with years, that slight hills grew; But each one climbed, built love anew. Then came a mountain, to be alone was right! To chanllenge all things, and to test ones might. Yet on this mountain, this mountain of strife, Was nature's hand, and a way of life. To love God's gifts and nature's ways, Were part of each, through all their days. So each autumn, of every year, Two together, would draw near. A field afar, A quarry true. To match one's skills, and wisdom too, Always pushing with and inner pride, And all endured side by side. Together again and yet alone, Hear them saying in a silent tone. A legend I am, at least to one. This is my father; This is my son! Click Here to go back to Gary's other Stories and Poems