To Philip, born in '49's grace, A journey marked in love's embrace. A father blessed with sons a’new, In faith, his spirit always grew. Christ, the light within his heart, Guiding through each work of art, Of coins abundant, shining bright, In dealing, he found pure delight. In fields of dreams with leather sphere, Football, baseball, all he’d cheer. Basket’s court and wrestling mat, Golf’s green expanse, where he sat. Before the screen, sports’ grand display, Fox News echoing through the day. Yet in nature’s arms he found his rest, In hunting, casting, trekking west. A tent beneath the starry skies, Hiking paths where freedom flies. With moments soft, in napping’s fold, A soul content, a spirit bold. So here’s to Philip, celebrate, His life, a tapestry ornate. A birthday joy, with love replete, A journey rich, a song complete.