Frank Wagner: A New Poem
Five Rows Down and Three Across
by Frank Wagner
Five rows down and three across
Through wild high grass of the burial ground
A Note on the Poem
Regular contributor Frank Wagner of Texas wrote this poem with his grandfather Wagner in mind. Here’s what he told us about him: “My grandfather Frank Stevens Wagner, Sr., (May 3, 1902-December 23, 1968) was born before the Wright Brothers made their bicycle fly and died the night men circled the moon. That’s what I remember most about going to the funeral. He had a decent amount of property in the central Texas town called Temple, about 70 miles north of Austin. On that property he raised my father, my aunt and uncle. He ran a City Services gas station that Bonnie and Clyde tried to rob. In a story that got better with every retelling, my grandmother chased them away. That was Christmas Eve 1933. Grandpa had to close his gas station because it was sitting on the site for a new bridge over the railroad tracks. That was 1939. After that he became a postal worker and sent my dad, aunt, and uncle to college with that job. Bringing up a family during the Great Depression took its toll on his health. He suffered from diabetes and had two strokes in 1968. Just a year after he retired. He was the one who took me to my first Major League Baseball at the Astrodome.”
I had the distinct pleasure of having Frank in my high school English class in Corpus Christi Tx . Such a talented and lyrical soul .