My dad, a brave heart, a true knight.  He did not let death consume his awaiting heart.  Death was soon to slip up, out of the reeds, trickling in.  Family, love, laughter, mounted up, pushing death back into the abyss.  Love of God, Love of his cherished family, lifted him onto the solid hill of faith.  Faith he had, like a shield, holding back the fire-breathing dragon.  Praising  in times of joy and deafening falls.  He was a true example of heroism, dignity, and elaborate grace. "Warrior" is the poem I wrote for my dad's celebration of life.  It was a celebration of heaven and singing angels.  It was a celebration of a man who conquered death, running the race, and winning! Warrior   Amidst the magnolias one sunset eve, The Celtic warrior claimed his poised princess The love they had was grand and spiritual Their love was as appetizing as dewy apples They would journey on the steed of life They would discover forests of exhilaration

  Little boys and little girls around the world can be heard calling for, "Daddy, father, dad!" I must of uttered dad a hundred times a day. “Dad, can you help me with a math problem?", “Dad, can you fix this and fix that?", “Dad! There's a spider in my room!" Dads' are the heads of the household. They are spiritual leaders and advice givers. They are comforters and protectors of clans throughout different villages. My dad was the king of our Irish clan. He was a good ole' southern gentleman, so he always slipped a "hun” in his statements. He was a wonderful Christian man, always giving glory to God. He was a sound and stable oak, never bent or shaken. Fear? He did not know fear. The only fear that was fashioned in his heart, was the fear of God. My dad stood his manly ground each day, battling earthly forces.  My dad was always a detail and knowledge encyclopedia. Many times he would give me advice on how to save money (I was a

         Horses, creatures of nobility and prestige. Strength emits from their bulging muscles. Eyes of depth and wisdom. Manes of flowing elegance. Horses, God's brave warriors. They make the land creak and shake. Snorts of power cascade over the peaked mountains. Neighs of excitement and play, echo amongst chiseled rock and ledges. They dilly-dally around shimmering waterfalls. They trample over flowering hills yonder. Home is where their hooves take them. Sons of the sands and daughters of the plains. Horses, God's imperial creatures. Tribe of Horse Power Forming an everlasting bond Silliness and treats, profound way of life A domain of prickly pines, sapphire waters, and luminous pastures Neighs and whinnies echo, chirpy and perky tempos Company of classy sisters Band of egotistical brothers Kitten-like, clumsy foals Herd of principle freedom Masters of speed and charisma Monarchs of momentum Tribe of horse po