Saxon Crow

My old man and me

Star trek, music, poetry and wit

What a pair we make like a couple of old gits

A shared sense of humour to dry any desert

And a competitive spirit that never, ever hurts

Both of us enjoy so many things

Each of us dive head first into them all

But our interests in them come and go

Except for our love of music

And natures call 

Yes it would be fair to say 

That I\'ve grown into my dad

So thank you dad for the gifts you\'ve shared 

It\'s shaped me into this happy man

And finally before this poem ends 

I beat you at croquet and I\'ll never let you forget!