From Dad’s Crow’s Nest,
We walk as one the,
Well traveled path of
Father & Son.
What did you want to be,
When you grow up Dad,
How come you got no hair,
What kind of bird is that,
Is Mom still mad at you,
I’m thirsty
I Love you Dad,
There’s Grandpa.
We walk as one the,
Well traveled path of
Father & Son.
What did you want to be,
When you grow up Dad,
How come you got no hair,
What kind of bird is that,
Is Mom still mad at you,
I’m thirsty
I Love you Dad,
There’s Grandpa.
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10 comments:
ha. the addled mind of a child going 100 mph....fun read...
Brian's comment just made me look at your poem differently, and I'd like to add that the aspect of connecting the generations was a nice touch.
Children will come up with the most curious questions and we'll always smile at the simple memory of them.
=)
Cheers!
father & son - very interesting take on the prompt..i'm thirsty...
Lovely, evokes such an image. Very powerful :)
Excellent take on the childs point of view. It made me smile...sounds like you were smiling too.
Love this, the transitional aspect of the generations, or simply the two strolling together.
As promised earlier, I loved these stanzas a feeling of lookingthrough a Childs eyes at ageing. Original and full of bittersweet memories Bill. Where's my coffee? Tee hee xxx
The simpleness of a child's mind is like the foot print seen on the ground
Wonderful take on a fantastic image. Love this. Love the idea of Father and Son...on the earthly realm! Much enjoyed :)
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