|April 3rd, 2000|
by DP Salamone
Standing on stream's bank before these eyes,
Happiness spewing forth as he moves,
In graceful melody with ripple and wind,
Only now a mere recollection in this old mind.
Recaptured are those days as I watch him frolic,
As once I recall long ago.
Oh, what I thought had been forgotten,
Thanks to grandchild before me,
My teaching has rekindled these memories,
As I watch him cast and mend,
Feeling at this moment a grand contentment,
As his rod tip begins to bend.
Fore this is the beginning of the journey,
That we all hope will never end.
On it goes into the future,
Age lessened once again.
~ DP Salamone
River Bed by Dave Motes
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