Lee Jacob* petted the mare’s soft nose
And felt the fire’s glow.
He skipped rocks and laughed and slept
On the trail to Mexico.
He gripped a tarp to keep Mama dry
Through the dark, freezing rain of night—
As a baby came into the world,
Rain-soaked Lee Jacob held tight.
Yes, Lee Jacob walked to Mexico
A Mormon strong and free
My great-grandpa, brave and kind—
Just five years old, like me!