Raymond Douglas Parrish-henderson tennessee-father of Barbara J Rodgers

Our Daddy

I would like to dedicate a few pages to our Dad. He was amazing as a husband

to my mother, a father to his children and person who loved life. Please

follow the links and get to know our Dad, Raymond Douglas Parrish

December 10th, 1923-November 26th, 1991

Evergreen and Heather

Distant fields I see below the mountain where I stand
A winding road thats red with clay carved out of the land
Along the ridge a painted fence with lilacs standing overhead
Purple blossoms sending forth a fragrance sent from heaven

Beauty stands amid the fields blanketed with heather
Rich in purple flowers that spread to make a bed
I breathe deep of the beauty, the land so rich and sweet
I linger for a moment and let the memories sweep

A valley full of evergreen and sparkling brooks that flow
To a distant farm house, oh so long ago
The ice house made of red brick, the farm house on the hill
The barn that stood below the hollow, a pond where I would swim

Memories of long ago fill my mind with sweet thoughts
A time when I was but a child and tasted joy and peace
Distant fields I see below the mountain where I stand
A winding road I trod upon to reach and touch the land

Sand * * *

Poetry ŠSoft Poetry by Sand

bjrodgerz@charter.net

ŠPenny Parker, Artist
Design ŠMajestic