When one thinks of giants one thinks of Rome, Napoleon, and Alexander
the great.
All tremendous influences, however all insignificant at this date.
"Giant" you see, is a subjective term
How we must look to god's humble worm.
There are giants of industry and financial tycoons.
Physical giants playing sports and the Mafia's goons.
Most everyone has had a giant in their lives, or wishes they had,
Like many before me, I called mine dad.
Giants are simply those you admire
Their task, not so simple, is to lead and inspire
Though Rome did not fall in one day, I'm sure it was a mighty sound
Much like when Jericho's walls crashed to the ground
I'll never forget the day my giant fell, on a warm "Mother's Day"
A half mile East of Bunnell.
A contest entry
- Goodbye My Friend by Peachy.
550 points, ended December 13, 2008, 37 entries
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This is a really nice poem and tribute to your dad. I like your description of giants. Welcome to the site and I hope you enjoy your stay.
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