Poem: Boys

You know, there’s just something about a boy That makes his father wonder Why do they ask, why does it rain, Or Dad, what makes it thunder?

Why does the sun rise in the east And always goes down in the west And is it true of all the girls That you love Mom the best?

How does an airplane start on earth And wind up in the sky And if you trust the Lord each day Will you live with him when you die?

How can a fish never come up for air When he lives in a dirty lake And why does the Lord let it rain so hard And hurt people with storms and earthquakes?

Dads don’t know all the answers Take it from me, that’s true But the best part of life is your boys and your wife Who believe that you really do.

Don McAnally is a resident of Jackson and wrote this poem in 1966 when his sons were growing up.