Clifford Franklin Howard
Cliff learned many lessons in
gentle kindness as a boy
An only child his mom and dad
were certain to enjoy
A peaceful life with harmony
and tolerance were sure-
He learned of nature including
Seneca root, gold and fur
An adult in the Great
Depression- everything was scarce
Material possessions
unavailable; he chose frugal over farce
He forged his living from
nature; his classroom all along
In the countryside with good
friends he felt he did belong.
The culture and character of
the Cree he admired a lot
A near drowning while ice
fishing until Harper did spot
A pole he shoved in just in
time to help his friend Cliff.
A lifetime of gratitude for
struggling to help him live
Cliff was a father to many-
three houses he had to share
Anyone in need of a place knew
he would always care
Cliff enjoyed a simple basic
life full of the outdoors
His was kept busy knap sacking
as he often did explore.
Written with loving memories –
Grand daughter Carol Vulliamy (Howard)
