Sunday, January 30, 2011

Crow's Nest

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.


This poem is offered in response to the 

10 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha. the addled mind of a child going 100 mph....fun read...

dustus said...

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.

Kenia Cris said...

Children will come up with the most curious questions and we'll always smile at the simple memory of them.

=)

Cheers!

Claudia said...

father & son - very interesting take on the prompt..i'm thirsty...

Gracetalking said...

Lovely, evokes such an image. Very powerful :)

Jerry said...

Excellent take on the childs point of view. It made me smile...sounds like you were smiling too.

Reflections said...

Love this, the transitional aspect of the generations, or simply the two strolling together.

repressedsoul said...

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

Kodjo Deynoo. said...

The simpleness of a child's mind is like the foot print seen on the ground

Natasha said...

Wonderful take on a fantastic image. Love this. Love the idea of Father and Son...on the earthly realm! Much enjoyed :)