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Ó IRONHORSE 2009 |
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Field, of Angels
( The Call, of Fame )
there You stand, Your Glove in Hand, dreaming of Moments yet to be,
on This Day, on This Field, just Your Best, is All I, have come to see,
each Breath You take or Play You make, is a Chance, a Call to Glory,
play from The Heart and live The Thrill, write The Pages of Your Story,
to Win or to Lose, matters not, when “ Play ” is The Rule of The Day,
All You give, is All You get, and Always let “ Fair ” guide Your Way,
run through The Game as in Life, keep Your Focus on Lessons learned,
walk through The Fame, to honor The Respect You have earned,
with Your Eyes, on The Prize, and The Laws of Grace,
down These Paths of Summer You will roam,
I pray each Day I see Your Face, as
You follow Your Dream,
All The Way,
Home . . .
Happy BirthDei, Ev . . .
D. |
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This Peace, is in honor of My Son, Evan, who, after 12 years since it was first written for Him during those halcyon days of not-so-long Ago, as One of The Boys of Summer, living His dreams and playing His Heart out upon the BattleFields of Little League, has finally approached The End of The Beginning of His Life, and will soon graduate Magna Cum Laude from Florida State University, with Degrees in Actuarial Science and Financial Engineering, and thereafter will begin His Career under the grand Auspicies of Towers, Perrin in Atlanta . . . which proves, beyond a Shadow of a Doubt, that it is not how Near, nor how Far the Acorn falls from The Tree, but only the Quality of The Soil, in which It has grown . . .
I was so proud of Him, Then, as I am, of Him, Still . . . 03/20/2008 |
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The SonRise
( A Tribute )
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