FISHING WITH MY DAD
We sat in quiet contemplation
By the fishing pond
Cementing ever stronger
An easy lifelong bond.
Eating bacon cobs upon
A near-by wooden bench
I had caught two mirror carp
My dad had caught two tench.
The sun shone on those honeyed days
(Or maybe that’s my myth)
There’s no-one else on God’s good Earth
I’d rather have been with.
Now he’s slipped beyond my reach
Through Heaven’s one-way door
What would I give if I could live
Those wondrous days once more.
John Coopey
Mon 10th Jul 2023 14:42
Thanks for your thoughts, MC.