• They say that loves a flower so
    I planted one to watch it grow
    I tended it both day and night
    And soon it bloomed to my delight

    But as the bloom continued to stay
    I tended it less and less each day
    And soon the bloom I once had planted
    Began to feel taken for granted

    The lovely bloom began to wilt
    As tho' the soil had turned to silt
    And now I often cry beside
    The place my flower long since died

    I wrote this poem so all should know
    And don't forget to Hoe Your Row

    Author:
    Richard David Rasmus
    Born 2/04/1944 died 2/04/1976

    Love you Dad