DEAN WEST He was a prisoner of war in a far off land, Years later he played for the Desert Varnish Band. He and his saxophone mad a heavenly sound, While in Arizona "Just bummin' around" To watch him he was easy to adore As grandma took over the dance floor. He was one of the biggest fans of Braves baseball He sat and watched every game,cheering for them all. He drank his cherry Pepsi every day "Man that tastes good!" he would say. Watching TV up in his ivory tower Thumpin' his leg a mile an hour He had wavy out of control hair It would grow until it was all he could bare He told stories from his great imagination To make us laugh was his intention Under his fingernails there was dirt But he knew he would make another clean shirt! Snake hips made him lose his britches He needed suspenders and some stitches For a while he gave carving cans a try He said "It beat a sharp stick in the eye" He and grandma were married for years 57 He loved her dearly and will continue to in Heaven He had seven children and loved everyone And grandchildren they gave him a ton! So many he couldn't remember their name Still to visit everyday they came. His children got nicknames to be funny not mean He called them : Big Mill,Eddie,Nanny Goat,Pundy, Lady Bug,Bruce the Goose and Noma Jean. We loved him and wouldn't trade him for another I still remember him calling grandma "Mother" These are the things we remember the best Of our husband,dad,grandpa,brother and friend...Dean West.                                                                      By Heather Tafoya                                                                          (grand daughter)