Lars' Legacy: A Poem

May 7, 2025

He came over from England as a small boy,
so lucky their ship, to make the long trip.
They settled in Canada, in quest of more joy,
his room in Toronto, could be very nip.
He once was among us, but now lives in the stars.
He was our father, his name was Lars.

Each summer took him to true outdoor camp,
where he thrived in good nature, and sharing in lore.
Enlighten the mind, can be done with a lamp,
then sharing with others, down to their core.
His students loved him, and his love of farce.
He was our father, his name was Lars.

Six children came babbling, with minds of their own.
They rebuilt log cabins, our fathers belief,
that if we could finish, the kids would be grown.
The memories created now comfort our grief,
like when he made hot dogs that turned into chars.
He was my father, his name was Lars.