The "Howdy Doody Man", a poem I wrote in March of 2009

This poem is about a real man who lived in one of the many towns I lived in growing up, he would always tip his hat, and say "howdy, how are you doing"? Then when he'd finished his chat with you he's tip his hat, and say "good day".

I never knew his name, this poem was written in his memory, he was a very old man when I knew him, and that has been more than thirty years ago.


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The "Howdy Doody Man"

One a long time ago.
In a long forgotton mountain town I used to know.

 

 

There lived a man, who was wrinkled and old.
His story I wonder was it ever told.

 

 

 

Walking everywhere he went.
I wonder where his soul finally went.

A tip of the hat, and a smile he did share.
Seeing never to have a care.

 

 

He walked with a cheerful step.
Despite the cane, which he kept.

If by chance through those long ago time the mind is found.
You will see many searching all around.
For the "Howdy Doody Man" now steps on another ground.

The "Howdy Doody Man" why is it we never asked your name?
"Howdy Doody Man", is your cheer much the same?

 

 

A smile a kind word, stepping along with no where to go.
"Howdy Doody Man",we loved you so.
Did you ever know?

Time has passed, now the "Howdy Doody Man" has gone away.
Long forgotten are the roads we onced passed along the way.

Do not cry.
For the "Howdy Doody Man" his spirit it can not die.
Soon the "Howdy Doody Man" we'll pass along the way, this can be no lie.

Happy was the "Howdy Doody Man".
His cheer so clear, he must be in the Promise Land.
A smile a cheer, one day again he will shake my hand.

"The Howdy Man" walks still in time's past.
His memory will forever last.

 

 

Kind and cheerful, was the man.
That once did tip his hat, and shake my hand.


As he did say "an Howdy Doody Do, this fine day"
Even if it were a raining his cheer was not kept at bay.

If the day was sunny, he would say the run was a shinning.
If the day was raining, then he would say, the plant's needed a little water.



If it were a snowing, his face would be a glowing.
As he would say, isn't it a lovely day.

 

 

No man have I seen so happy as he.
The "Howdy Doody Man" he still walks through my memory as often as can be.
Someday his smiling face I will see.

Then as I run to shake his hand.
I am sure he will say, isn't this grand?


For I walk on streets of gold, in the Promise Land.
Reaching out his hand...

 

 

As he says to me, "and just how do you do, this fine day?'
Howdy Doody do, do you still remember me, as you walk along Heaven's highways?

"Howdy Doody Do Man" just what was your name?
Are you still the same?