His hand was sure and strong on mine
As we walked the summer land
And tales of old were told to me
By this giant of a man.
His gentle hand of reprimand
Took me through my early span
Good lessons I finally learned
From this giant of a man.
His hands were not afraid of work
As he tilled the sun soaked land
From the soil he earned a living
This giant of a man
His hands are in my memory
Work-worn, big and tan
And the touch of tenderness I received
From this giant of a man.
By Joan Watt
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