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! 

Comments3

  • orchidee

    A fine write Crow.

    • Saxon Crow

      Thanks Orchi much appreciated.

    • ANGELA & BRIAN

      Ahhhh The Flumps I remember them well ! Thanks SC ~ for sharing this we all morph into our Dads eventually (or in Angelas case her MUM !) My Dad (65) is still with us and I can now beat him @ chess which he paintakingly taught me as a child also to swim & dive & play Table Tennis etc etc. We would be nowhere without our Dads !

      Blessings & Peace to You & Yours
      Yours BRIAN ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿงก๐Ÿค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’™๐Ÿ’™
      Please check *In Praise of Trees* - Thanks

    • Goldfinch60

      Good word SC. Your old man sounds like quite a guy, you obviously care for him very much. May that always be so.

      Andy

      • Saxon Crow

        He has his moments though!



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