My father taught me to listen
To the wild birds’ morning song,
To the laughter of the rippling brook,
To gladness all day long.
My father taught me courage.
When I wished to walk away
And leave a disliked task undone,
He gave me strength to stay.
At evening when dark shadows
Were lurking everywhere,
He helped me find a special friend.
My father taught me prayer!

[photos] Photos by Jon Lockhart