This week the prompt for Jingle Poetry’s Poetry Potluck #47 is “history and stories”. This poem is a brief synopsis of the life of my grandpa, Luther “Bunk” Stringer, whose life, in my opinion, was one of historic note, and whose story deserves to be told and remembered. He was the best man I ever knew–by far–and he was my hero. If I am one day considered to be even half the man Bunk Stringer was, I, too, will have had one hell of a ride.
I wrote the following poem shortly after my grandpa’s passing, and it is to his memory I post it now: Read the rest of this entry »