A book of poems found by a son in the attic of his late father's home. A hidden treasure. Words that harken back to a simpler, gentler time. A decade after after George Wilkinson, Sr.'s passing, his son, George, Jr., was searching for something in his mother's attic when he came upon a looseleaf binder full of poems his father had written. Neither George nor his mother had any idea the poems existed. For hours, George forgot all about what he was looking for and sat there engrossed in his father's words. George Wilkinson, Sr. was a good father, husband, worker, and friend. He coached his...