REMEMBERIN’ WILL

REMEMBERIN’ WILL
By Donna Penley
 
Th’ day Will Rogers died – well, I wasn’t born just yet;
I’ve wondered somewhat oer th ‘ years, what I’d done if we had met.
My daddy loved ol’ Will, an’ repeated oft his words;
His sayin’s were a mixture of wit an’  Oklahoma proverbs!
He was born out on th’ ol’ Iron Dog, jest a few miles away from here;
His native state reveres him an’ holds his memory dear.
Wiley Post was his best pal, an’ they crashed in arctic weather;
Kind of fittin’ in a way, that they both died together.
Th’ whole world lost a great man that day;
What would he say about us today?
 
Well, he’d probably die all over again, a’laughin’ at th’ mess this ol’ world’s  in!!!!
 
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