With just a little walk,
you can see him standing;
his head turned down,
hands in his pockets,
A comfortable suit fit him, like leaves in lightly wind swept tree.
His face, while classic, looks calm with just a touch of excitement, knowing he's never met a man he didn't like.
His hair turned back with calm relaxation, he stands there, every day, looking outside, looking at home, looking at you, looking as though he has kept every feeling that had run through him, the brass now the darkened depth of green that only time creates, but the coolness and the bright color still brought forth by the touches of thousands and hundreds of thousands of hands, that have said hello, goodbye, and shared the beautiful soul that once carried him in this world.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
In The Will Rogers Memorial
Claremore, Oklahoma
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