The Legend of Amos James
There was a brave heart named Amos James,
The lad followed his wish across the wide sea.
Was well determined and so stubborn was he,
Went to work for his Uncle Sam, a sailor to be.
A builder of air planes and was one of the best,
He then put all of his talents, to his greatest test.
Went to work on an isle there in the Philippines,
Always kept those planes flying by every means.
Now, let's take a look back into "Jays" fine history,
Those times growing up, making his grand legacy.
Raised in the South, on the Chattahoochee to play,
Caught fish, helped to feed his family they did say.
Once carried so much fish, almost drowning to pay,
His brothers all wished, he'd kept just a few that day.
Blasted at a Chicken Hawk, at aged ten, in his yard,
Was thrown from that porch and he landed too hard.
Grew up working in gardens, hunting for family's food,
Three brothers and one sister were all a happy brood.
His own father and mother, no strangers, their working,
The whole family pitched in back then, no jobs shirking.
Jay's brother, Curtis, the oldest boy of the whole bunch,
Left home when World War II began, joining the crunch.
He was lost in action, to his family of all grief and dismay,
Prompting his brothers to join, serve the country that day.
Well, as you might suspect, Jay was my father, to respect,
Always to set such good examples, my following to expect.
After he'd served his nation, and then returning back home,
He met my mother at church one Sunday, no more to roam.
Mother had married another man, but it had not worked out,
The former serviceman leaving her alone, my birth found out.
Was too late and my mother distanced herself, and her child,
Another year passed and my new father, waiting all the while.
After Jay married my mother and our family was so complete,
He felt the greatest obligation in his devotion that he did keep.
Working at two jobs and when he came back to his own house,
Then took care of our needs, as well, including his new spouse.
As time flew on, Two new sisters were born, and was I so glad,
Now didn't get all of the attention, naughty behavior I once had.
My Dad felt a much stronger need in working harder to succeed,
Set finest of examples each day, and by his every one, did lead.
Growing up tall, I had a few rough setbacks, yet, I did overcome,
Injuries in sports. physical handicaps, of all, took a toll, their sum.
My father who had raised me well, taught me to get back up, fight,
Never to quit, no matter how tough, giving my best, was only right.
Jay worked hard for a tire maker, became a head manager one day,
Showed his family what he was made of, the best father, all the way.
When he'd passed, at last, after a tragic automobile accident in town,
I remembered what he'd taught me, a strongest courage I had found.
Now, as I have my own family to support, to lead with all my strength,
I rely on what my father Amos James, always to do in life, of its length.
Give your best in every attempt when you can, never to ever giving in,
For this life is just like having a chance to be a good teacher, my friend.
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