Poetry
I wrote a poem for my oldest grandson Thatcher Pinkston who celebrated his 27th birthday on August 2, 2018.
Young John Thatcher
Young John Thatcher is getting older
As a missionary there was no bolder—
a faithful loving priesthood holder
High school—could catch a mean football
Wrestle a strong boy to the wall
Be he short or be he tall
Studied hard got education
Finding jobs—no consternation
Companies grant him long vacations
Send him traveling’ round the nation
Needing now my first great grandchild
Start my new ancestral file
Thatcher’s the man—do it with style
Go ahead and mix and mingle
Don’t want you stayin’ single
There’s a right one to make you tingle
This next year’s gonna be it
You’re going to find the perfect fit
But you’ll have to get up and git
Like a hot fire under you is lit
Look high and low and please don’t quit
Let her be off-perfect a bit
Just make sure she’s got some grit
A younger chick could be the hit
A long way goes a little wit
Enjoys a hike or talk-n-sit
Too good lookin’—avoid that pit
I know this poem on you is hard
Advice against which you do guard
But take it from this hoary bard
Before you tire of hearing my moan
Not good for you to be alone
Need more of you so time to CLONE
Long before I’m dead and gone.
P.S. Thatcher was married to wonderful Erin in the Salt Lake Temple three months later on November 17, 2018.