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A Boy And His Dad

A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
 There is a glorious fellowship!
Father and son and the open sky,
 And the white clouds lazily drifting by,
And the laughing stream as it runs along
 With the clicking reel like a martial song,
And the father teaching the youngster gay
 How to land a fish in the sportsman's way.

I fancy I hear them talking there
 In an open boat, and speech is fair;
And the boy is learning the ways of men
 From the finest man in his youthful ken.
Kings, to youngster, cannot compare
 With the gentle father who's with him there.
And the greatest mind of the human race
 Not for one minute could take his place.

Which is happier, man or boy?
 The soul of the father is steeped in joy,
For he's finding out, to his heart's delight,
 That his son is fit for the future fight.
He is learning the glorious depths of him.
 And the thoughts he thinks and his every whim,
And he shall discover, when night comes on,
 How close he has grown to his little son.

Oh, I envy them, as I see them there
 Under the sky in the open air,
For out of the the old, old long-ago
 Come the summer days that I used to know,
When I learned life's truth from my father's lips
 As I shared the joy of his fishing trips-
A boy and his dad on a fishing trip-
 Builders of life's companionship!

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  • rufina caraid Moderators member
    December 1, 2007

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    so true, so true. This man has such insight in to life's important things. The basics of building a relationship with a child, which isn't always easy, but what better way than to do it than to go fishing together. Von

  • Goodomen
    July 18, 2006
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    There's wisdom here.

    Too many, today, think that most men leave their homes and leave mothers to raise the children alone. My point of view is that society and the media have given the fathers of America a bad name by focusing on the minority who do leave home. Many fathers in the past and present take the time to be with their sons and help them grow up to be responsible citizens by being with them when they need it the most. This poem paints a picture of the marvelous times that fathers and sons have as they do things together.


  • May 2, 2005
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    This was good! I like it . you are a good poet.