You could always tell,

When springtime came around,

Dad would take his pail and knife,

To see if dandelion could be found.

We ate many meals,

With bacon dressing and dandelion, too.

He made it mighty tasty,

He knew just what to do.

Then along came summer,

He’d take his pail and off he’d scurry,

For he knew every place in town,

Where he could find the sweetest berry.

Not to mention his big garden,

Which was planted with lots of care.

He cooked and canned and even gave away,

No matter what he had — He would always share.

And then came the fall,

He gathered nuts galore.

Then crack them all so perfectly,

Then go hunt for more.

But the greatest thing my Dad did,

Was ask Jesus into his heart and life.

And now he lives in Heaven with Him,

And with my mom — his faithful wife.

Written by Jane Confer, of Beech Creek,

In loving memory of her father, Walter Wensel.