Little Dipper (reposted for Father's Day)

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XOx Uriah xOX
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since 2006-02-11

Posts 1403
Virginia

0 posted 2006-06-18 02:29 PM

My Grandpa and my daddy had the wagon loaded down
with apples they had picked and were hauling into town.
They drove up to a mountain stream that they would have to ford.
Where from a tree, there hung a dipper made out of a gourd.
Grandpa told my daddy that it had been that way for years.
Everyone up on this mountain knows that dippers hangin' here.
Who hung it there, don't matter... That's a long forgotten fact.
The important thing is... If you drink ...  You put the dipper back.

Years went by... and some things change and some things stay the same.
My Daddy turned into a man in that European Campaign.
Daddy carried a heavy load when he crossed that mountain stream...
But he saw that dipper dangling... like a long lost childhood dream.
There were battles fought with armies and there were battles fought alone...
With Battle Stars and shrapnel scars... He thanked God he was home.

Well Daddy met my Mama and that's how they met me.
Grandpa met his maker long before I came to be.
They paved the road and built a bridge in nineteen fifty three.
And someone hung a metal dipper where the old one used to be.
One day Daddy told me about the dipper, but I didn't understand.
I figured you could get a drink with just the palms of your hands.
But Daddy explained it to me and it started making sense.
It's not the fact that its a dipper, but what that dipper represents.

Things like tradition.   And how everyones your brother.
Making life a little easier and helping one another.
Life is full of obstacles we have to face each day.
Many times the "little dipper" has helped me find my way.

Now my Daddy and my Mama do not live here anymore.
Most folks get their water out of bottles from the store.
There's a brand new bridge and highway and the trees have been cut down.
The old ones have died or moved away and there's strangers all around.
No one knows about the dipper...  Its not around for them to see.
I cannot hold it in my hands but it was handed down to me.
And I'll pass it on to my kids...  As they deal with life each day...
and pray they recall the "little dipper" and it helps to show the way.

Debo
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since 2006-04-18

Posts 321
Texas U.S.A.