Little Lessons

Just came across this poem.



Little Lessons


Today, in lieu of an article we leave you with a
poem I wrote for my father, an unconventional man
who believed that the most important lessons
aren't taught in school.

Craig Ballantyne

“Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and
look around once in a while, you could miss it.” -
Ferris Bueller

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The Chair


By Craig Ballantyne


The chair is where my father sat,
On sunny summer days,
Beer in hand, shirt undone,
The paper had his gaze.

The grass was never greener,
Than in my memory,
The shade was always coolest,
On the days he sat with me.

The Willow tree kept him in comfort,
It wept in gentle breeze,
We’d sit there without speaking,
Happy in each others company.

The tree has grown in time,
And the years had taken toll,
The chair has been replaced,
My father had grown old.

He no longer gets to sit there,
He lies at rest instead,
But place a chair under that tree,
And it’s like he’s there again.

A chair, a tree, a father,
You have these in your life too,
Though they may not be the same things,
They matter much to you.

When it comes time to count your blessings,
Remember this in life’s race,
The things that really matter,
Exist in plain view of your face.


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