In Fond Memory of
Sam Webb

FOND MEMORIES OF SAM
	written by Bob Brown

The good Lord has called for Sam to come home
and we’ll miss all his stories and touching poems.
As Sam shared his verse not a hanky was dry
when he recited, "The Touch of Your Hand and the Love in Your Eyes."
Cancer ripped through his body like the blade of a sword
but Sam never gave up his faith in the Lord.
While most men would cry out in pain,
Sam would count his blessings and never complain.
He thanked God for his kids and lovely wife
and for the many friends that shared his life.
He lived by the Bible which he knew verse for verse
and when things got bad he said, "It could be worse."
He showed his love and concern for others right up to the end
and our lives have been richer because Sam was our friend.
Although his physical presence on earth is gone,
fond memories of Sam will live on and on.

Stillman (Sam) Webb
Aug. 27, 1916 - Mar. 27, 1998 

THE LOVE IN YOUR EYES

For forty odd years,
You've carried my name.
Your warm lips draw me,
Like a moth to a flame.
But what makes a giant
Of a man my size,
Is the touch of your hand
And the love in your eyes.

Through the good and the bad
We stood shoulder to shoulder
That's the way we still stand,
Though we're many years older.
And what makes a giant
Of a man my size,
Is the touch of your hand
And the love in your eyes.

When death comes to take me
As it will to all men,
I want you beside me,
My lover, my friend.
And the first thing I'll look
In the hevenly skies
Is the touch of your hand
And the love in your eyes.

THE OLD MAN

The old man stood at the bar alone
And stared at his empty glass
Wondering why his hopes and dreams
Went down the drain so fast

His wife had passed on years ago
And left him with four kids
After that it was all down hill
His life had hit the skids

His oldest son was a shiftless bum
That started stealing steers
Now his address is the Deer Lodge Pen
And he'll be there for years

His two girls grew up fast and wild
And thought they should be paid
So they went down to the tinsel town
To ply that age old trade

His youngest son got hooked on drugs
And took to robbing banks
Till he ran into a hard nosed cop
Who wasn't shooting blanks

He packed his lower lip with snoose
And he brushed away a tear
Said , "Thank God none were lawyers
That was my greatest fear"

THE BANK LOAN

Mr. Cobb sat at this polished desk
His eyes were steely and his face was grim
As he surveyed the timid youth
That sought a loan from him
"I see you are a country hick,"
Said the banker with a frown,
"Do you know what we do with hicks
When they wander into town?"
"No Sir I don't," the youth replied,
"I reckon you think I'm dumb
But I know what we do with cobs
In the country where I'm from!"

HOME FREE

A ragged old man lay on the walk
Feebly gasping for air
While hordes of people hurried by
And left him lying there

A banker's wife paraded past
Her body draped in mink
The only comment that she made
"Oh, Lord, that man does stink

A doctor passed for just a while
His course still unresolved
He knew that he should help the man
But he didn't want to get involved

A wealthy lawyer stopped and said,
"Good Lord, this is a pity
If I could try this case in court
I could probably break the city"

The pudgy mayor plodded past
His face masked in a frown
He said, "We can't have scenes like this
It's a black mark on our town"

A well known preacher hurried by
And saw him lying there
He said, "I'll use this in my sermon
When I go on the air"

And so they came and went
Ignoring the dying man
So wrapped up in their narrow lives
They would not raise a hand

Then Jesus came and looked beyond
The rags and lips flecked with foam
Saw the beauty of his soul
And gently took him home

Sam's book is: "Older Than Dirt..... And Still Digging It"

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