Leon Parrish Stone

Bright and shining like warm summer skies,

103 years of wisdom sparkles in his eyes.

In his penetrating gaze the steadiness of truth and love,

Anyone who knew him understood; my Uncle Leon was a cut above.

Now, whether taking photographs and tying flies,

Precision's own artist dwelled in his eyes.

Through a camera lens, his love of life's full measure,

I see childhood's sweet memories to treasure.

My Uncle Leon was not like ordinary guys,

Such a zest for love and life lived in his eyes!

I know that I am blessed all of my days,

For he showed me how to love nature's wild ways!

And when with happy sentimental sighs,

I recall the uncommon spirit in his eyes.

I will think of Penrose Lane, Yellowstone, cameras, fishing tackle, golf clubs, and Uncle Leon standing there.

I will think of collie dogs, ducks, goats, pomegranates, lemons, and old canvas tent with Smokey Bear.

And now as if in fast forward my own time flies,

I will take a moment to remember the astuteness in his eyes.

Will hear his voice speaking directly to me,

Of good grammar, good manners, and integrity.

I will remember many sweet hellos and fond goodbyes.

And mostly I will remember the love I saw, in his eyes.