09/29/2013
Thank you Jennifer Carter for this amazing poem!!!
The Man of the Hour
Some see the engine as a man’s toy,
But this was the life of a man, this was his Joy.
This engine he spent years sprucing up, to make it look good, make it go fast.
These were not any ordinary engines to him, these were meant to last.
Every engine has its own complicated combination,
And each one was scattered throughout our nation.
Every boat had its twins, but these twins were greatly different from one other.
When you hear this rare breed of engines you can’t help but become instant lover.
As the hatch rises you hear the engines roar,
Man how did he make these boats soar.
The Speed, the scream, the power, just a few characteristic of his fine work,
You ask, how do you do it? And all you get is a smirk.
Not only was this man known for his love of power.
He was a hard worker going all night, sometimes at hundred miles per hour.
They always said “there’s no rest for the wicked” this is true.
Because when you saw his boats run, they didn’t just run, they flew.
I say these words and all are true because on September 7, 2013 the Heavens called, and we lost you.
Our hearts sank in disbelief, there is no way this can be true!
A tragic accident doing what you so loved,
Jesus just had a bigger plan, he needed an engine rebuild from above.
As we look around we honestly don’t know what to do, you were one of a kind,
A man of greatness, a father, a brother, a friend, you did it all you simply, just blew our minds.
With all this said we know the father has you above, looking down on us, THE Man of the Hour
Known as Smith Power.
