Growing up, Dad by my side, he baited the hooks
with a ‘Uni’, style lecture, telling me about it all.
Eventually I gained some respect for his words.
Came an age I started thinking
Maybe, just maybe I want to go fishing…
Friends gathered round rod in hand and
drinking down a slab of beer, conversation
flowed yet it never crossed our minds, talk was
the explanation for the lack of fish caught.
I grew and moved away from that scene.
One day discovering pure serenity in
casting out on my own.
Even today with waves thrashing about,
rain threatening in heavy clouds above head.
Donned my raincoat, went out and faced it.
No matter what comes down on me
seeking inner peace, on occasion I strike gold,
ever so fortunately finding it.
Heading home with an empty bucket
but
who cares, tension is gone for now
and I smile, as home gets nearer.
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Um I don't know speak the truth lol :)
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This is a cosy piece, it engenders warm fuzzy feelings, memories that everyone has of their childhood and youth.
About our dad's telling us (in lecture tones) exactly the right way to do things - not that we followed the "right way" - we always had to find our own! It took us years to identify the fact that our dad's were right all along!
About times with friends, drinking more than was good for us, but creating memories that would last a lifetime.
A beautiful piece, and thanks for the memories it created.
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I wanted to give that, some memories, warm feelings..some truth and the rest lol
Thanks Hubby
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NotTheDroids
May 2, 2008