Congratulations to your son, Jay. You wrote a great tribute to him. I like how the last line in each verse includes the word neighborhood. Readers can feel your pride in his accomplishments. Thanks for sharing. Jan
HI Jay, what a wonderful tribute to your son....
he sounds like a great young man...and you...a very proud father...they are who we live for...and their children...I love your poem...and the story told...so very well written...CONGRATULATIONS on a wonderful son...love Linda xxoo
One could not tell you were proud of your son, Jay. Not much. what a nice gift you gave him with this poem in dedication. 1969 was the year my father died as a matter of fact. You have every right to be proud of a graduate. Bless you. Bob
I'm sure your son must have thought his father was tops in the neighborhood as well. What a wonderful poem for him.
A proud father's words - surely made him smile.
A heartfelt tribute I enjoyed reading. thanks for sharing.
You make your 1969 'feeble' poetry' a strong vehicle for singing the praises of your team-playing, sports-minded, academic and friendly son, one that you are rightfully so very proud of. Nice to see from your footnote that he has gone on to be a success.
What is a C.P.A.? Is it a Crown Prosecuting Attorney or a Certified Public Accountant?
I noticed just one thing to fix:
"of friends,(add a space here) who stood with him among"
Well done to your son. I guess we all want our progeny to do well, and yours has done exceptionally well, mine too have achieved great results in their lifetime. Nicely written in ballad form, and abcb quatrains, well done, blessings, Roy
I can certainly relate to this, though not in golfing kills.
I graduated high school in 1969 as well.
You have skilfully employed the title in repetition.
I enjoyed this well penned, positive rhymed verse.