Samuel Alan Poor

April 10, 1963-August 05, 2020

Beloved...

Samuel, Sammy, Sam

Brother, Child and Man.

A good-hearted Soul,

Too soon you go...

Samuel, Sammy, Sam.

Love you still,

And ever will,

Samuel, Sammy, Sam.

Samuel Alan Poor of Green Forest, Arkansas passed away August 05, 2020 in Springfield, Missouri at the age of 57. Sammy was born April 10, 1963 in Sacrament, California to Dillard and Patsy [Powell] Poor.

Sammy worked many years at Tyson Foods in Green Forest. He loved to buy, sell and trade with friends, acquaintances, and even strangers. He was a loving son, brother, nephew and a good neighbor.

Sammy is survived by one brother Kelly Poor, one nephew, Kyle Poor, three nieces, Jamie Lynn Pineda, Jessica Ann Pleitez, and Casey Wade. He was preceded in death by his parents, his brother Tony Poor, and his sister Janet Poor.

A memorial service will be at 10:00 AM Friday, August 14 at the family's homeplace east of Green Forest with brother Frankie Powell officiating. 

Tony's On The Big Hunt Now!

Tony's on the Big Hunt Now!

Ole Ton was home a huntin', just a thinkin' about nuffin'

Always slow drivin', after dark had gathered round

The moon above the mountain, it seemed to be acountin'

A million little coon eyes lookin' down!

Have you ever stopped to ponder about all those stars up yonder

Maybe bein' coon eyes lined up on a fence

Well, the thought it got me going, and the idea kept a growin'

And I have felt a little better ever since!

Well, that Foreman way up yonder, he's really quite a wonder

He'll show you grace and teach you how to mourn!

And any night you're a gazin', you'll see the coon eyes grazin'

In the Foreman's Milky Way of corn!

And somehow I keep thinkin', as I watch those eyes a blinkin'

About ole Ton--he bein' wise and some to spare!

His gold chariot's in the corn fields with old Maggie chasing coon heels

Serving that Great Foreman a huntin' coon up there!

Uncle Richard--he's a driving and Billy Joe's contrivin'

Directing where to turn when there's no need.

Ole Ton, he's riding shot gun, ribbin' both but just for fun

Til they hear him shout, " Maggie's treed!"

Their chariot burns across the heavens, with not even one misgivin'

As they pile that vector with their ringtail catch

The Great Foreman's whoopin' loudly, as He rewards the hunters proudly

For protecting that great Milky Way corn patch!

Betty Renfroe  September 2018