Riding On, Dad
Your birthday’s here, but you’re not near,The loss still fresh, the pain so clear.Yet in my heart, you stand so tall—A cowboy’s grit, a legend’s call.John Wayne’s voice still echoes strong,In every lesson, right from wrong.You walked the path of honor true,A man of strength, through and through.Westerns played on late-night screens,Tales of outlaws, dusty scenes.But you were always my John…










