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One Hell of a Ride

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.

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One Hell of a Ride

A site where I’ve been posting some of my poems is having a contest wherein you are to write a short story or poem about this picture of John Wayne. John Wayne was one of my heros, because he was always the good guy, and he wanted things to be fair. I didn’t know John Wayne; I didn’t even know much about him, other than the characters he portrayed in movies, but I think he was a good man.

A man I did know, and a man who was my real-life John Wayne, was my grandpa, Luther “Bunk” Stringer. He was the best man I ever knew–by far–and he was my hero. If I was half the man Bunk Stringer was, I could sit tall in the saddle.

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