Memory Poem, My Favorite Uncle Howard - Weekend Challenge

Memories;

of Places and Persons

Memories can fail one

Memories can remind

Memories bring pleasure

Memories do not lie

Memories of a man

Man in the spring cornfield

He and this boy walked corn  

Hoes in hands they ambled

Cocklebur or milkweed

Beware green invaders

Our hoes will chop you down

Get their roots man would say

While walking the man would

Yodel and sing a song

One the boy wouldn't know

He'd stand amazed.  Radio?

Yes Country and Western

Their singers' voices loud

Man in corn, high pitch voice  

Boy tried to imitate

Memories of the man

Cornfield again, ripened

Leaves and stalks turned to brown

Shucking corn, harvest's good

Now walking rows again

Snapping each ear of corn

Away from its brown stalk

Tossing in the wagon

Two horses pulling slowly

Down those rows, knew their way

Stopping on command, wait

For man, boy, to catch up

Man was Uncle Howard

Most people didn't know

How well he could yodel

For sure to pre teen boy

Memory's last setting 

Hospital room, last days

He prayed for every nurse

Boy now man, last visit  

Memories last until

We remember no more

Uncles yodeling still

In Heaven's gold cornfields
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 - This one is true.

 - Photo and Poem Copyright © 2010 and 2017 Jimmiehov, All Rights Reserved

 - I'm linked with Kim Russell , at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Weekend Mini Challenge: People and Places,  http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/05/weekend-mini-challenge-people-and.html

Kim's in part instructions:  "Today’s challenge is to write about a place through a person or a person through a place."  After I finished I notice the word, "Mini".  My poem sure isn't very mini.
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Excerpt from my previous blog:

"Uncle Howard was Dad's youngest brother, two years younger than Dad. I felt that I was his favorite nephew; he called me "Jimmy." My best remembrance of him is that he could yodel. He is the only person I know or have known who could yodel. He yodeled good, very good. He would only yodel when nobody was around, except me.

Uncle Howard's favorite song was Cattle Call:

"The cattle are prowlin'
The coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the doggies roam
Where the spurs are a jinglin'
And the cowboy is singin'
His lonesome cattle call
[Yodels]
He rides in the sun'
Til his days work is done,
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
[Yodels]
Singing his cattle call"

I still like to sing that song when nobody is around too. And I try to yodel. Uncle Howard never sang in public either. Not even in church. ... (More ... )"