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!
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Author:
Saxon Crow (
Offline) - Published: February 15th, 2020 02:40
- Comment from author about the poem: Something light about my Dad and I.
- Category: Family
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Comments3
A fine write Crow.
Thanks Orchi much appreciated.
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 🧡🧡🤍🤍💙💙
Please check *In Praise of Trees* - Thanks
Good word SC. Your old man sounds like quite a guy, you obviously care for him very much. May that always be so.
Andy
He has his moments though!
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