Here is a poem that Daison, my nephew wrote for him.
PAPA RUSS
Me and my grandpa make one heck of a team.
We've been farming' and ranching' since 1993.
I could certainly walk, but hardly talk.
But he still showed me all there was to know about the job.
Of farming', ranching', hay-raisin' and swine.
Yeah, I've known what to do since I was a little runt.
Yeah, I wouldn't trade in those times and those days,
For any amount of money a person could pay.
I wouldn't trade him for the world, that grandpa of mine.
Cause we have had too much fun and one heck of a time.
It's worth all that time and the fuss, to spend time with my papa Russ.
I don't want him to go but some day he will and I hope to be the one to take over the fields, where he taught me everything I love and know.
I Love ya papa Russ and that's the end of this show.
