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18 MARCH 2016 WorldWide Drilling Resource ® Life’s Experiences by “Diamond” Dave Hose, Sales Representative WorldWide Drilling Resource ® You know we go through life and we make friends. Some of those friends become really close to you. I have one friend I have really grown to love and respect him very much. Frederick leroy Taylor was born on June 15, 1919, on a small farm close to Mt. Perry, Ohio. As a child he wrote a few poems, but only in his later years, to pass the time, did his poetry come to fruition. As a young man, Fred worked the family farm as well as neighboring farms doing whatever work was available. He was called to the u.S. Army in March of 1941, where he served five years through World War II. He married the lovely Mildred Ann Blackmon in Brownwood, Texas, on August 14, 1942, and they had four children. He returned home to buy a farm, his lifelong dream. To support the farming, he was a rural letter carrier for 25 years. He also preached the Gospel for 25 years at various churches through- out Ohio. He still has a bible study for men once a month at the Mt. Perry Presbyterian Church. Fred does not claim to be a good poet, but writes from his heart what comes to mind. I would like to honor him by occas- sionally sharing some of his poems with you. We hope you will enjoy his work as much as we do. ENDURING LOVE - by Frederick Leroy Taylor If I cou d catch a zephyr breeze And waft t through the n ght I wou d wh sper wh e you s eep I forever ho d you t ght unt I can catch a sunbeam And weave t n your ha r Is how ong my ove w ast And that s how ong I care unt I can form some moon ght Into a gown that g ows Be sure my ove s steadfast As ong as the r ver f ows My ove for you s end ess long past when we get o d unt sp der webs turn to s ver And sp ders turn to go d Your ove has been a rock That anchored me to my vow For ever s nce I sa d I w I have kept t unt now You have been n my every thought From the day I a d eyes on you So just keep on be ng what you are And I m sure we make t through T me has changed us many ways S nce the days of yester year There s one th ng that w never change My ove for you my dear A BLOOM’N POET - by Frederick Leroy Taylor I g ve t a the best I ve got And try to make t rhyme You w probab y say to me You are wast ng a your t me P ease don t be too cr t ca A gen us I may be I may not ve qu te ong enough For th s o e wor d to see So I keep r ght on try ng To f a poet s p ace I never expect to w n a crown But I m stay ng n the race Who knows where my career may go It cou d end w th a thud I m hop ng t w b oom some day It s just now n the bud You re asp r ng to be a poet An asp rat on at ts best Why d d you wa t so ong To put t to the test Many years have come and gone I never have been sm tten To my pad I put my pen And then see what s wr tten I ve never been a poet It s a adder hard to c mb It s most d ff cu t for me To f nd two words that rhyme