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Rev. James Henry Linville, 1876-1958
wife, Amanda Dora Montgomery, 1888-1959
(Grandparents of Henry Boone Linville)
To Papa With Love
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Hand in hand we trod together
Down the street in humble pleasure
With cane in one, my hand the other
My heart drank all his lips could utter
His wrinkled brow, his boorish manner
Moored my eye, beloved manna
No awry deed could this man do
His eyes like heaven, a see-through blue
In his berth, our nightly station
I bowed my head in adoration
Hand in hand with my grandfather
We gave praise, his bed our altar
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Henry Boone Linville (age 3 months)
and Papa
(James Henry Boone
Linville, age 78)
The Way
You Know Me
ξ
For long now, I have been shown the wrong in me
Maybe, just a tap on the shoulder
To let me see myself as I truly am
Or a face in the mirror, I really never quite recognized before
The way you know me
The pain that is brought to bear the image that you have known to be me
I never thought it could be
That I might love my own grief more than you
I never thought you would ever see me grovel on the ground,
like a pig in all his pity
Forgive me now, if it is in your grace
Is it too late to redeem myself in your eyes
I have known what it is to die
And I have known what it is to live
To walk hand in hand with true love
Never having to ask His name
I have walked the earth without fear
And have known friends that never left me heavy-hearted
I have even prized the love of a little dog
Who, with just a look, could heal the heart of a lonely boy
I have loved, and I have lost
I have ran, and I have triumphed
I have gloried in conquering the unconquerable
I have looked in the face of a child, and have seen my own image
'Like Roses'
ξ
She looked to the sea and saw only quiet breezes and crystal
blue curves
of
silken expance
She looked to the mountains with great wonderment and of their
senescence
and
wisdom of their creator
She looked at the world and wept in honor of its oneness in the
cause of
virtue
And in the aspirations of it's peoples
she delights
She looked to God, took Him by the hand, and never weighed Him
in the
balance of justice or injustice
Nor, thought Him cruel for veiling His face
She looked to her children, and fed them with her last bit of
bread, they
knew not
that she was in want
Nither will
they discover her privation, as she will never disclose
Because she looked at them and saw dreams, yet unborn
Like roses when cut are beautiful for a day, but the consequence
is
immediate
Therefore, for adoration, she cuts them not
No Earthly Good
ξ
This morning's breakfast tasted good
But was mighty hard to find
Would have bought it if I could
I hope that farmer didn't mind
Now back on the road I go
Hair all shaggy, matted down
Guess the going will be slow
My shirt's all muddy from the ground
In the distance there's a train
Wonder where its engines bound
To a better place I know
Than these worn out shoes I found
Back on highway sixty-five
No one knows or cares for me
'Just another drifter-down
And no earthly good is he...!'
By: Henry "Hank" Boone Linville - 2001