As I walk my fathers land
.I pass his old flour mill.
. No creature could be
heard.

But the faint sound of a baby bird,
maybe it was calling to its mother.

As I looked out onto my fathers pond.
The only light was from a full white
moon.
Witch shinned upon the dark waters.

All I could see was the ripples,
being made by a passing school of fish.

.It reminded me of the times as
a kid.
Coming here with my dad, and fishing
I wished I could go back to my childhood.

I wish I could fish with him again now.
I looked up to the heaven.
and the stars.

And said thank you for being my dad.
. I looked back to heaven
and blew him a kiss.
Thank you
'''DAD''
In memory of my
Father


.

GAYLE ANNE GOFF

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