by Jeannie Womack

We met on the race track in ’72

I couldn’t resist his eyes, so blue

We soon fell in love and started a life

In ’76 he made me his wife

A teacher, leader, rebel and yes

A son, brother, father, the best

Boss man, biker, hero and more

Loving, caring, cheerful, no bore

He meant what he said

He said what he meant

He made new friends

Everywhere he went

Scary to strangers

But never a danger

Children knew him best

With all he would jest

Dirt and street bikes

Shooting sports were his fun

Working on cars

With his daughter and son

He played and loved hard

Worked harder than most

His company had him flying

From coast to coast

He provided a safe haven

For many a girl and boy

A mentor through 4-H

Made learning a joy

To know him was to love him

He would look you in the eyes

And tell if you were lying

Because he was very wise

His friends called him Lumpy

He was Dada to some

An extraordinary man

That is why we all have come

Tot Ziens for now, my love

Until we meet again

We all were very lucky

To call John our friend

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